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Sports and Runts
Seen on ESPN's front page: "The Sports Guy says college football's best conference is the mighty NFC." 1. Sigh. I assume you mean the NFL, but when you're talking about the NFC, it's hard to tell. 2. You're utterly wrong, as the inter-conference results and team records indicate, with a possibility of a nine- or ten-win team from the AFC not qualifying for the playoffs, but let's not sully this with numbers. 3. Jesus, enough of the "Sports Guy" crap. Honestly, there are a handful of people who give half a crap about a "Sports Guy" cartoon, and their last names are all "Simmons." 4. Do you have a given name or not? What kind of arrogance does it take to call yourself "the Sports Guy," anyway? Wolf Blitzer doesn't call himself "the News Guy," nor Al Roker himself the "Weather Guy." We're not impressed. Use your damn name, already.
Rrgh.
If possible, even more cerebrally-challenged sports news -- Barry Bonds testified a year ago that he used steroids but didn't know they were steroids. Yeah, right. For such a charming man to be so cagey and suspicious of MLB and yet to give his trainer $35K for "flaxseed oil" just screams ludicrous. And despite being told so during his testimony -- Yeah, Barry, that gunk just happens to be a steroid, by the way -- that hasn't stopped any of his repeated denials since testifying. The ESPN poll indicates 85 percent of responders don't believe him. It doesn't help that Bonds has the media savvy of a rabid pitbull and could care less how you feel about him as long as he gets his $17 million a year. Here's to your health, Barry. Have you taken a look at your pituitary gland lately?
Muffin has discovered Runts. Muffin wants them. Daddy keeps trying to eat them covertly, but Muffin hears the rustle of the bag and tears after them. He will bite and tug at my fingers if I close them around the Runts. If I pop them into my mouth, he nips at my lips and will sometimes try to stick his head in my mouth looking for the Runts. Perhaps he's being spoiled.
Rrgh.
If possible, even more cerebrally-challenged sports news -- Barry Bonds testified a year ago that he used steroids but didn't know they were steroids. Yeah, right. For such a charming man to be so cagey and suspicious of MLB and yet to give his trainer $35K for "flaxseed oil" just screams ludicrous. And despite being told so during his testimony -- Yeah, Barry, that gunk just happens to be a steroid, by the way -- that hasn't stopped any of his repeated denials since testifying. The ESPN poll indicates 85 percent of responders don't believe him. It doesn't help that Bonds has the media savvy of a rabid pitbull and could care less how you feel about him as long as he gets his $17 million a year. Here's to your health, Barry. Have you taken a look at your pituitary gland lately?
Muffin has discovered Runts. Muffin wants them. Daddy keeps trying to eat them covertly, but Muffin hears the rustle of the bag and tears after them. He will bite and tug at my fingers if I close them around the Runts. If I pop them into my mouth, he nips at my lips and will sometimes try to stick his head in my mouth looking for the Runts. Perhaps he's being spoiled.
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There may be some truth to that -- if he makes a cheep-cheep outside of his cage, I know to let him hop onto my finger and I put my arm in the cage and he takes a couple of drinks of water, and he stops, at which point he wants to be lifted back out of the cage....
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What's the difference? ;-)