Let me just get this out of the way and take my ass-whuppin’ now. Yes, I gave up on the Astros yesterday when they were down 7-2 in the eighth. Now this gets really embarrassing. I switched away from the Astros to watch a…golf tournament. You can’t possibly be more ashamed of me than I am of myself. Enjoy your “break,” Yankees. Chew on that. That’s the kind of thing that becomes psychologically significant come October.
Oh, yeah, I can get kinda prissy about stuff like this. But if you pronounce Jose’s surname “Al-Tool-vay,” we can’t be friends.
On the other hand, if you can pronounce Giannis’s surname properly, you’re ahead of the game. I’m sure the Suns just call him “Sir.” Holy moly. This series is just getting started, since the home team has yet to lose. Suns’ Coach Monty Williams says he’s not gonna bitch about officiating. Then he gets behind a podium and bitches about officiating. Basketball is a beautiful game. But that’s the one thing I can’t stand. It’s whinier than soccer.
And speaking of soccer…shame. Eternal shame. I don’t even know where to start.
The MLB All-Star Game is the only U.S. pro sports all-star game worth a sneeze. But it won’t be much longer if stars don’t show up for it.
Where the hell can I get a copy of Dave Campbell’s Texas Football Magazine? I have visited every Walgreen’s in Metro San Antonio. Naturally, every Walgreen’s cashier ignored me and ran off to the break room. I think it’s actually mandated in the employee handbook.