It’s one of our favorite days of the year – the day we officially can stop following the NFL for the rest of the season.
Following the Browns getting clubbed to death at home by the Steelers, we no longer have inspiration nor reason to be into pro football until next year.
It’s not that we don’t love the sport – we absolutely do. It’s just that you can only do so much, right?
Anyway, with that off our plate, we can fully concentrate on things like Doug Christie blogging at MVN, and Britney Spears, the walking disaster. If you missed the MTV Video Music Awards last night, Britney was the opening act, and it was beyond awful, actually treading into “sad” territory.
How most of the pre-show interviewees were saying they were looking to see what she was gonna do, we have no idea. She’s been a wreck for about two years now, and spent the two days leading up to the performance out clubbing.
Why do we bring this up on the NBA blog here? Because the condition of Miss Spears is oh-so-parallel to the condition of this blog?
No! Say not that to be true! It’s because there’s nothing else to talk about – it’s September in the NBA. When Gary Payton considering playing for the Warriors is the news of the day, it indicates something.
Anyway, we may be back later when the big news breaks about “Gary Payton still considering the Warriors, but is having dinner first.” Of course, we may not – which you can probably take right to the bank.
Smile – we’re getting there! Tell them of the future and how bright it is, Jordi!
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Wow. A shout-out.
The future? Cold. Dark. Desolate. The individuality of self replaced by the drone of uniformity. We march lock-step towards our deaths, only to be replaced by a younger, prettier version of our selves.
Last night, as Miss Spears choked on the remnants of her once bright career, I celebrated my 30th birthday with a bottle of Johnny Walker. Life is cruel.
britney spears… once just a slightly overhyped no-talent hack… now the butt of innumerable jokes, who we will forever remember as an unsightly blemish on the proud Mouseketeer tradition. a stark fall from grace, indeed.
I no longer wish to put a baby in that…such a sad, sad, day…
she looked hotter than she ever has, i’m in to that drugged out “can’t say no” kind of girl though.
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