Anyway, there's bigger shit to worry about. Like the fact that I almost watched a basketball game. It happened. It was on and the Blazers are in the playoffs and I found myself caring. Don't worry, I came to and ran away, but still. Close.
And then on the bus ride home tonight I watched the hordes of people in black and red filing into the Rose Garden and got all excited for them. It made me nostalgic for when I cared about such things back in 1992 when the Blazers made it all the way to the finals and we decorated our living room with streamers.
And I think the television had wheels.
I wish they still came with wheels.
Go Blazers.
13 keep(s) me blogging:
That is some scary shit! Watching a basketball game, I mean!
Yes, I'm sure you've got a powerful immune system, it comes with a sassy tongue. I've got to think of way of tricking you into being a cheerleader for a sporting event. Maybe I'll offer you cash.
Whew! Close call.
It's a slippery slope, first basketball, then football, then watching snooker and/or golf in your unwashed undercrackers with a packet of cheetos when middle age comes knocking at your door.
At least you'd be inside all the time though, reducing your risk of catching whatever's around in 20 years, like zebra mumps or something.
I have four younger sibling and three of them played basketball and I have still to this day never seen a game. Not even a smidge of one. Is smidge a word?
And I loved your potty training comment, I read it to my mom and even she thought it was funny.
Oh and I know you probably will LOVE this ;) but I tagged you over HERE
*digs out her holy water decanter and shakes it at you*
THE BODY OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!
THE BODY OF CHRIST COMPELLS YOU!
this is the closest i've felt to you in years.
but don't worry... no touching.
I watched a basketball game once. But it was in high school and I was drunk out of my mind from Vodka in a water bottle and I just kept yelling, "French fries, french fries!" until my friends made me leave.
Go nuggets!!
"Ham flu." That's the first laugh I've had all week. Thanks. :)
I still remember the names of everyone on the team back then. Clyde Drexler, Danny Ainge, Cliff Robinson, Buck Williams, Kevin Duckworth, Terry Porter, Jerome Kersey and coach Rick Adelman. That's either impressive or pathetic, I can't tell which.
stinkypaw - girl, you know it.
goranas - how convenient. i take cash.
rachel - i might watch snooker now. wonder if anyone ever plays that game whilst nekkid.
erin - it's hard to avoid basketball in this town. the only other thing we've got is beer.
rachel - my dear girl...it's THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU. please re-watch the exorcist.
d - i know the rules.
prosy - that sounds just like a wedding i went to recently. seriously.
wow - eff you and your damn team named after poop.
jill - we are civilized, after all.
waif - Cliff wore the head bands.
The Portland Trail Blazers... aren't they those guys in the baggy shorts who despise everyone who lives in Portland?
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