Attention NFL Big Shots: there has been a grave mistake. Somehow, when you were giving out the press passes for the Super Bowl, you neglected to send one to me. I don't understand, since it's a well known fact that Goulash.EduComNet e-Solutions World Headquarters is a mere 2.5 hours away from where the game is being played. What, did you guys find another source for the world's most insightful and delightful commentary? And my pithy remarks aren't just about football. Politics, mulching strategies for your yard, scandinavian desserts: I can talk it all. I am afraid that if this isn't rectified immediately, I am putting all of my journalistic credentials behind the Continental Jai Alai and Lawn Darts Association. You will come to fear the CJALDA.
The higher ups at work got tired of my daily 8:30 to 9:30 sob fest, so they approved my request to start coming in at 9:30. I've been doing it for two days and it is Sweet Biscuit City. My mornings are less hectic, and I have far less time in the evenings to fall in with a youth gang. So far, I'm devoting that extra hour in the mornings to writing sonnets. You might be scratching your head right now, saying, "Hmm, that's odd." However, at the same time you're thinking this, a telegraph has arrived for you. It's from the beauty of my art, and it reads "GET ON BOARD!"
Okay, not actually writing sonnets. I did spend a few minutes this morning playing Pac Man, though. And if you've ever seen the things I can make Pac Man do, you'd call it poetry. The poetry of war, that is.
I am tempted to continue with this, but that last sentence was just too good.
Posted by Cody at January 28, 2004 6:26 PMDo you really expect to do commentary for the football game if you can only manage to say the word "football" one time in a paragraph? You are a disgrace to football commentary. Football. Football.
Posted by: Pdiddy at January 28, 2004 6:59 PMHere's an apology I ran through my Phil Simms translator.
I am a disgrace to the National Football League, its football players, its football fans, and its actual footballs. Football!
Apology accepted. Football.
Posted by: Pdiddy at January 28, 2004 10:28 PMif it's any consolation, joe namath is waiting in the parking lot to make out with you.
Posted by: nunchuks at January 29, 2004 9:17 AMThat may be the most terrifying sentence ever typed in the history of humanity.
Posted by: Cody at January 29, 2004 9:28 AMAre you terrified because your deep personal fantasies of passionate tongue wrasslin' with broadway joe have been exposed to the world? It's ok, we won't judge you, at least to your face, i'll probably talk about it behind your back though
Posted by: matt at January 29, 2004 11:42 AMIf loving Broadway Joe is wrong, matt, I don't want to be right. There's just something about his sweaty-drinky uncle vibes that I can't get enough of.
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