5 Easy Pieces
So it has been a while since I blogged and I'm sure that the many readers - 1100+ click-thrus since the rebirth of TLBR (I thank you kindly) - thought that the blogging craze had died off as quickly as it came back.
Nah, just been busy. But I have a whole bunch of text files here with notes - most of which have been proved outdated.
So let's recap the crap that I originally jotted down over the last 10 days:
1. Absolutely tragic story with the UVa. lacrosse programs. I only hope that all involved - student-athletes, coaches, admins, family members, et al - can find some small solace or escape with the upcoming NCAA tournaments. Can't even fathom what that must be like.
2. Let me get this right about the Times Square bomber: Fashizzle Shasizzle - or whatever his name is - drove the car that he paid cash for on Craiglist (more on that later) into Times Square with a car filled with M80's, bottle rockets, fertilizer, and a rotary telephone...
...then he fled on Metro North back to where he bought the car, drove to JFK, made a one-way reservation to Dubai, paying with cash, while subsequently eluding FBI investigators...
...then made it through TSA security, onto the Emirates flight, and it pulled away from the gate...
ONLY THEN DID WE REALIZE HE WAS ON A SHAMPOOING NO-FLY LIST?
The locals in NYC got Times Square squared away pretty quickly. And in 53 hours, they had the Feds hot on Shasizzle's tra-zizzle.
Until, that is, the Feds took over. Yes, they caught him. But c'mon. Left hand, meet the right hand.
3. Some kid runs on the field in Philadelphia, gets tasered, begins conversation.
Too much? Unwarranted?
Just what he deserved?
Consider me in the "should place him in the town gallows" category.
This kid - yeah, I know he was 17 - but he knew it was wrong. Called his dad prior to jumping on the field to ask if it was OK. Dad said no. Kid did it anyway.
I'm sure there were plenty of "hey, shampoo-head, don't run on the field" announcements. And once he got out there and was running around like Tanner Boyle in Bad News Bears, it should have been readily apparent that he was doing something he shouldn't have...
If he stopped and let the goon squad take him down physically, so be it. But one cop was tired of him ducking, diving and juking his way around. So he tasered the kid. Pretty much stopped the whole goat rodeo.
And I'd like to say that getting tasered for being a jerk and running on the field would serve as a deterrent to anyone thinking of doing it...but it wasn't. The very next night, some other muttonhead ran on the field *hoping* to get tasered.
Philadelphia? More like FOOLadelphia. (and 4th grade called, they want that joke back).
4. This link
is why the internet is so great.
5. You know what ruins a perfectly good pizza lunch? When someone who is not skinny decides to walk into the pizza place after she wrongly chose her skinny jeans to compliment her belly shirt.
The locale was a bakery, and yes, the population of rolls more than doubled upon her arrival. (pseudo-intellectual way to say "girl had more rolls than a bakery.")
That's all for today. Will try to keep it a little more current.