Roses are red, violets are blue, Chris Berman is fat, Christmas
- Gandhi
Look, I'll be honest, I haven't a damn clue what I'm doing. I started blogging when my television was stolen and I had nothing to do on weekdays but drink. I'm in college.
I'm 21 years a newborn's senior. I am a biology student. That's right, no writing background except AP English, and that was an H-Bomb of a class (that was a sentence fragment, too, F). With a biology degree, I look to be broke in about five years.
Sports have always provided a comforting avenue for yelling and arguing. Hell, I can't even have a conversation without sports entering the discussion. Just the other day:
Me: Hi, would you like a drink?
Girl: Sure thing, how about a Rob Roy?
Me: Holy crap, did you see that hit Roy Williams put on Plex!!?
Girl: Get away from me.
Okay, that didn't happen. By the time I got to the word "you," she hit me with the mace. Not the spray, I'm talking the medieval weapon. Where do you even get a license for those things?
This blog, www.sportsdump.blogspot.com, is okay. That's the highest praise I can give it. October '06 was the first sports post, everything before that is a grab bag. It's four parts humor, six parts stupid, and two parts Denzel. It's not mine.
Confused? You're welcome.
Monday, December 4, 2006
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2 comments:
A+ Hadesgigas!
Many blog posts make me chuckle on the inside. This one actually induced an audible guffaw/chuckle hybrid.
Nice.
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