Sundry
Just sitting in rehearsal, contemplating the sorry state of this here blog. Been really busy, but there are a few things to talk about.
First. Ah, the NBA is back, baby. I love the NBA and I love the Utah Jazz. So what will this season bring? More disappointing road losses from the Jazz, as exhibited on their road opener in Denver. Granted, Denver should be tough this year, but the 4th quarter collapse by the Jazz just brought back all the memories of Utah's poor road performances from last year.
The return of the NBA also means the return the dillhole in Cleveland and his stupid powder throwing antics. I hate that the first highlight of the NBA season on Sports Center was King LeDouche throwing that crap in the air. Is this professional wrestling? No. Of course, it is heartwarming to watch the Cavs start their season with 2 losses. Let's see more of that, Bron Bron.
Second. Was driving down the street a couple of days ago and there is a woman pushing her kid down the street, not in a stroller, but in a stolen shopping cart. I guess you're a redneck if...
Third. Being in two shows at once is hard. Fun? Sure. Extra money? Needed. But I miss my family.
Blaspheme
I know in some circles what I am about to say is the equivalent of saying, "I hate Jesus," but I just gotta say it.
I hate LeBron James.
Earlier this week, we saw some of the greatest men to ever play the game voted into the Hall of Fame. Jerry Sloan, David Robinson, John Stockton and Michael Jordan. You know what, King James? I have never seen any of these greats throw powder up into the air in a stupid pre-game ritual. I have never seen any of them do stupid picture poses before every game or perform ridiculous, choreographed handshakes.
As long as James keeps doing this stupid, punk-a crap, he will never be on the same level as these NBA greats, no matter what his skill.