Aug 17 2010

Prime Time

Monday Night Throwball?!!  WTF!?  At least these are 2 teams that are a passing distraction to me (Jets/Giants).  I’d liveblog them all, but looking at the schedule there are only 6 games I have even a minor interest in-

Aug. 26 Colts @ Packers
Sept. 13 Ravens @ Jets
Sept. 27 Packers @ Bears
Oct. 11 Vikings @ Jets
Oct. 25 Giants @ Cowboys
Dec. 6 Jets @ Patriots

And by minor, I mean Jets/Patriots is hardly going to keep me up any longer than my Mom, Emily, who although a huge Patriots fan goes to bed at 9 pm.

Seriously.

The door is open for anyone who wants to step up.

Later-

Dave is still in repeats.  Jon has Emma Thompson, Stephen Richard Clarke and John Fetterman.  Alton does Trout.  What Goes Down Must Come Up.

I think you’re the greatest, but my dad says you don’t work hard enough on defense. And he says that lots of times, you don’t even run down court. And that you don’t really try… except during the playoffs.

The hell I don’t. LISTEN KID. I’ve been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I’m out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.

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    • on 08/17/2010 at 02:03
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    Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons

    packed up and ready to go

    Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway

    a place where nobody knows

    The sound of gunfire, off in the distance

    I’m getting used to it now

    Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto

    I’ve lived all over this town

    This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco

    this ain’t no fooling around

    No time for dancing, or lovey dovey

    I ain’t got time for that now

    Transmit the message, to the receiver

    hope for an answer some day

    I got three passports, couple of visas

    don’t even know my real name

    High on a hillside, trucks are loading

    everything’s ready to roll

    I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime

    I might not ever get home

    This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco

    this ain’t no fooling around

    This ain’t no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.

    I ain’t got time for that now

    Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?

    Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?

    You oughta know not to stand by the window

    somebody might see you up there

    I got some groceries, some peanut butter

    to last a couple of days

    But I ain’t got no speakers

    ain’t got no headphones

    ain’t got no records to play

    Why stay in college? Why go to night school?

    Gonna be different this time?

    Can’t write a letter, can’t send a postcard

    I can’t write nothing at all

    This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco

    this ain’t no fooling around

    I’d love you hold you, I’d like to kiss you

    I ain’t got no time for that now

    Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock

    we blended in with the crowd

    We got computers, we’re tapping phone lines

    I know that ain’t allowed

    We dress like students, we dress like housewives

    or in a suit and a tie

    I changed my hairstyle so many times now

    don’t know what I look like!

    You make me shiver, I feel so tender

    we make a pretty good team

    Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving

    you ought to get you some sleep

    Get you instructions, follow directions

    then you should change your address

    Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day

    whatever you think is best

    Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?

    They won’t help me survive

    My chest is aching, burns like a furnace

    the burning keeps me alive

    Try to stay healthy, physical fitness

    don’t want to catch no disease

    Try to be careful, don’t take no chances

    you better watch what you say

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