Fro….it’s halftime of the Bulls/Bucks game, with the Bulls leading by 18, 55-37. Would I be going out on a limb, or out of line if I said the Bulls will probably blow this lead too? They might win this game, but they’ll let it get way too close.
The Bucks have actually been semi-competitive since Boylan took over; don’t get me wrong guys, they still suck, and the Bulls shouldn’t lose to this team. Am I the only person who doesn’t give a flying fuck about the Super Bowl? Ray Lewis’ Jesus crap is making me want to stick my head in the oven, but I’ve hated Jim Hairball all the way back to when he played at Michigan. Work on Monday so I can’t even drink my way through the game the way I’d prefer. On top of all this, my fucking Badger bball team can’t even score 50 points half the damn time. They beat fucking Minnesota 45-44, but at least they won that one. These assclowns can’t even hit 50% from the free throw line; hell, they didn’t even GET to the line against Ohio State, not ONCE! WTF!?! I’m also ready for fucking winter to be over with; can’t shovel snow because of my back, and I may or may not have re-torn my rotator cuff Saturday night ice skating with my daughter in Bloomington Indiana (don’t ask; fucking embarrassing for a former hockey player!) Even with serious suckage on the field, I’m ready for baseball; probably just ready for spring and drinking outdoors!
Mac….my reaction to the Ray Lewis circus is slightly different than yours. I don’t want to stick my head in the oven. I want to stick HIS head in the oven. And when you think of it, he sort of has the Tim Teblow hype going for him. Think about it. Would these two douchecopters get a fraction of the media attention they get now if they were athiests? Or even better, if they were Muslim? What do you think the reaction would be if all of sudden Ray Lewis blurted out “Praise Allah”? Yeah, they’d roast him alive and serve him up for fucking lunch. I’m so fucking sick of atheletes and their bullshit “faith”. Hey Ray, if god really cared about you and football, why aren’t you undefeated?
I set the NFL on “ignore” about ten minutes after the Niners’ win two Sundays ago. I’m debating on whether to make the 50 minute drive to Hooters or stay in town and go to Buffalo Wild Wings for the game on Sunday. Maryland will be crawling with cops Sunday night, so drinking’s pretty much at slim to none.
The Illini are on bubble watch after a promising start to the season. Losing to Northwestern…at home. Really?
If the Black Hawks survive the playoffs and regain the Stanley Cup, I will not say one syllable about the strike or any asterisk for the season. “Everybody knows that JoJo’s got it comin’/so she gets it while she can…”; the Beatles, “Get Back”, 1970-ish.
It looks like the Cubs are trying to stockpile some young pitchers; they traded for two starters, two hybrids (SP/RP) and a reliever. Whatever. Family reunion in Chicago this year, and I am toying with the idea of taking my father to a Cubs game (or just settling for a minor league game in my hometown of Peoria).
I read a post on ChicagoCitySportsFan.com on how the 49ers completely rebuilt themselves after 2004. Pretty good read. Still not enough to convince me to sit through two days of watching the NFL Draft on ESPN. Two days of Chris Berman and Mel Kiper, Jr? Just so you can say “I wuz dere when Da bears were rebuilding dis team and dey drafted (whoever) in the Xth round.” If it ain’t contact sports, I’m not watching. Period.
“Finished with my woman/she couldn’t help me with my mind…” (Black Sabbath, “Paranoid”)
On a lighter note, I think Type O Negative was one of the better bands for covering songs. Check out how they spun “Paranoid”, “Summer Breeze”, “Hey, Joe” (“Hey Pete” if you ever want to check it out on YouTube”, and “Pictures of Matchstick Men”.