We have some lovely loyal readers and I love any opportunity to churn out content to keep them entertained. So as I sat down to do that this morning I scoured the internets for something, anything of merit to write about. Here’s the only things I came up with: The Bulls have talked – on the most cursory level possible – about MAYBE trying to get Carlos Boozer. And Lance Armstrong dropped to third place at the Tour de France.
The problem? I don’t care about the Bulls’ internal discussions about a guy the Jazz may not be willing to part with. And I’ll be dammed if I’m going to write about the seventh stage of the Tour de France. I can’t watch that thing, let alone write about it. The wrecks aren’t even entertaining. The least those guys could do is burst into flames when they crash or something. Then I’d watch. And happily write about it.
Anyway, instead of complaining about the lack of posting, just stare deeply into Diora Baird’s eyes.
Hey! Hey! Yeah you. I said eyes!