April 9, 2005
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I was SUPPOSED to have plans tonight, but frustrating story short, they
fell through. So, I stood home and watched the Bulls game. Another win.
I have been watching basketball since I was 13, and I thought about
something today. The refs don’t wear shorts. Now, I have always known
this, but I was jus wondering, why don’t they wear shorts? After all,
they run up and down the court just like the players, shouldn’ they be
comfortable like the players?After all, I’m sure the get plenty hot and
sweaty. It would stand to reason, that they would feel better wearing
shorts. Instead, they are all hot and probably can’t concentrate as
much becaue of it. Maybe they are dehydrated and dizzy from all the
heat and that is why they miss calls sometimes. After all, they are
human too. I would hate to see one of them get overheated and pass out.
They are all in good shape, and with good reason, not only do they run
the floor all night, but with those pants on, they sweat a lot and
probably burn tons of calories. Will somebody, please think of the
refs? I know if it was me, I would be asking David Stern if I could
wear shorts, after all, why shouldn’t they be comfortable.The Cubs……………well, lets just leave it at that.
I had one of those Uncle Ben’s rice bowls for lunch today. Those things
are so good, but not very filling. After all those times eating Uncle
Ben’s, I still can’t believe he and Aunt Jemima got divorced. I mean,
it seemed like such a happy marriage, a match made in heaven. Why would
he leave her for that whore Mrs. Buttersworth? Poor Aunt Jemima. I’m
glad she was able to recover and find true love with Cap’n Crunch. But,
how true can it honestly be? I think he only stays with her because he
knocked her up. This is 2 kids for this guy. First, Fruity Pebbles, and
now, he and Aunt Jemima get some jungle fever and out pops Cocoa
Pebbles. Besides, its fairly obvious to even the casual observer that
she has her eyes on that lovable Pillsbury Dough Boy. And then there
is that trampy Swiss Miss bitch. She runs around like Paris Hilton. She
even put out to the Jolly Green Giant, who isn’t as giant as everybody
thinks, if you know what I mean. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m fine with
the fact that she sleeps around, I just don’t like her prissy attitude,
thinking because she is sweet and all that she can treat people like
shit. I mean, get over yourself! Its not like you are Sara Lee or
something like that. Speaking of Sara Lee, first the Kool Aid dude
drops dead, and then her next man, Duncan Hines, turns out to be gayer
than Boy fucking George. I mean, did he really have to run off with
Snap, Crackle AND Pop? And all this while Betty Crocker is laid up in
the hospital with that massive heart attack brought on by her high
cholesterol. And where is her husband, Tony the Tiger in all of this?
Off boozin it up and gamblin’ with his low life friends, Lucky the
Leprechaun and Count Chocula! What a disgrace! What in the name of Tucan
Sam is going on here? They are going to wind up dead like Boo Berry or
in rehab like Frankenberry. Oh, the pain of it all!
