God I hate basketball
All you basketball fans can go to hell.
That's right Fuck you.
March Madness can lick my sweaty balls.
People need to stop trying to relive old high school glory, and living vicariously through their favorite team.
It's really a sad social commentary, my life is so lame and stupid that I need to pour every bit of energy into (1) rooting for a basketball team (2) scientifically dissecting the bracket (3) talking incessantly about who will upset who and who's team has better coaching, or stats, or whatever the fuck.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching a good game of almost anything. People take it too fucking far though. Then they bitch about athletes who are paid to much and who are into drugs and sex. Yet every week they plop down in front of the tube and watch captain jackass score and do his athletic business. I say let him smoke crack and have crazy orgies in his spare time if he wants.
That's right Fuck you.
March Madness can lick my sweaty balls.
People need to stop trying to relive old high school glory, and living vicariously through their favorite team.
It's really a sad social commentary, my life is so lame and stupid that I need to pour every bit of energy into (1) rooting for a basketball team (2) scientifically dissecting the bracket (3) talking incessantly about who will upset who and who's team has better coaching, or stats, or whatever the fuck.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy watching a good game of almost anything. People take it too fucking far though. Then they bitch about athletes who are paid to much and who are into drugs and sex. Yet every week they plop down in front of the tube and watch captain jackass score and do his athletic business. I say let him smoke crack and have crazy orgies in his spare time if he wants.
Labels: Philosophy
2 Comments:
Another negative effect: March Madness kicks off workplace betting, but some say it saps worker productivity.
By Chris, at 4:13 PM, March 16, 2005
Does anybody really care about worker productivity?
By shayne, at 10:40 AM, March 17, 2005
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