Oh baby! It's time for random stuff--and boy, I gots a lot!
NBA: First of all, how many licks does it take to get the center of who the hell cares about the NBA dress code? One lick. Why deconstruct something that's so rudimentary? I'll break it down for you: the corporate guys in the NBA don't want their players blinging at press conferences. If their players were sporting mohawks or tri-hawks I'm sure the corportate guys would feel the same; the personal styles of the players do not necessarily represent the ideals or opinions of the NBA. I mean, I wear a uniform at work; I couldn't bling at work even if I wanted to. Therefore, you over-paid professional basketball players, you don't get to do it either. You're part of an organization; when you're representing that organization you adhere to their rules. 'Nuf said. I never want to talk about this topic again.
World Series: Congrats to the 'Stros--treading on new ground n' stuff! Look at 'cha now! I put my money on the Chi Sox though. Sorry, boys. Fire up the Rocket and see what he can do...
Sox: Dale Sveum! Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. I betcha you'll have a fine time coaching those crazy sausage races in Milwaukee (Oh, I'm sorry; actually, it's pronounced "Meel-ee-waw-kay," which is Algonquin for, "the good land". Alice Cooper rocks!).
Yanks: Mark Bellhorn is no longer a card-carrying member of the evil empire (whew! I can sleep at night!). I knew the baseball gods wouldn't allow that shenanigans to go on for too long. The question is, with which team does Mark end up? Like sands through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives...
Bruins: Speaking of gods, will the God of hockey do me a little favor? Let the B's win one at home, will ya? I mean, it's not like I'm asking you to make 'em win the Stanley Cup or anything (I have previously, but I've taken it back.). Amen. Oh, and I also want to see Thornton and Slegr back on the ice, too...if that's kosher. Amen. Again.
