Due to postage difficulties, I haven't actually sent out the ACL CDs yet. Tomorrow morning is the time, homies. With Zeus as my witness, these things are leaving my house!
Tonight's the first NFL game, and that means it's time for another unsuccessful season of fantasy football! In Powellopolis, fantasy football reigns supreme because it only really occupies one day a week. With baseball and basketball, there's information to process every day; it's a big committment to make to a bunch of people with messed up pituitary glands.
Does anyone actually care who I got? Probably not, but know this: if Brian Westbrook and Vince Young go down, I'm climbing on my roof with a BB gun and I'm not coming down until the SWAT team makes an appearance. (Note to SWAT team: that's just a joke. Cedric Benson would have to go down too before you guys are necessary.)
We had a softball game tonight and one guy we picked up was the spitting image of Drama from Entourage. It was amazing. He had the hair and the accent, plus he kept calling everybody 'bro'. Imagine Drama playing softball; that was how this dude dressed.
I thought that surely that guy must hear this about Drama all the time, but I still wanted to bring it up. I like the show, I like the character, and I like to discuss his foibles. Since it was so obvious, I decided that if I wanted to bring it up, I needed to do so in a clever fashion. Well, at one point, we're in the dugout together just shooting the breeze, getting along well. I decide that now's the time. I lean over and say, "I loved you in Viking QUest." I figure that with his stunning Drama-ness, he'd probably enjoy that comment. Unfortunately, he had no idea what in the hell I was talking about and he scooted down the bench a bit.Posted by Cody at September 6, 2007 7:29 PM