Happy Memorial Day, everyone. Thanks to SbB for the hot pic.
I’m really getting sick of the generic baseball manager rant. It’s so 1980. More managers need to take after that crazy minor league coach who threw fake grenades and ran around the bases. Anyways, here’s Girardi’s first rant.
Last night, I was watching the game, when in the third quarter, I had a huge urge to take a dump. The Spur were up 16. I was in the bathroom for about 30 minutes. I come out and see the game in the fourth quarter, Lakers down 4. The rest is history? Does this remind anyone else of Spurs-Suns, game 1, series 1? Last night’s game was as crucial as it can get for a visiting team, and they absolutely blew it. Normally, I would write any team off in the Spurs shoes, but SA is tough at home and should be able to eventually make this a best of three. I’m just happy I’m nothing more than a casual fan of the Spurs among the last four team, because otherwise I would thrown my TV off the balcony.
I could not be happier with the way the NBA lottery turned out. Assuming the Bulls decide to keep their number 1 pick, my Miami Heat will end up with my favorite college hooper of last season (err, when I started paying attention in March), D. Rose, at a smaller signing bonus than what we would’ve gotten him at had our ping pong ball came up for the number 1 pick. Of course, this news was all delivered to me after Tommy O text messaged me to inform me that the Kings, at .7%, got the first pick of the draft, and Miami was stuck at fourth. After a contemplated suicide, I mustered up the strength to remain alive, only to learn that my boys, in fact, would receive the second pick. Since Chicago is bound to the ever pathetic Kirk Hinrich for the near future, Rose should fall to Miami, at the number 2 pick. Of course, I fully expect that this blog post will jinx everything and the Heat will end up folding the entire organization next season.
