Stay classy, guys.
Anyway, the party was a complete success. I got bombed and found a nice place in the back yard to hide while the people I didn't care to see filed in and out. The only hiccup was the fat cunt across the street that called the cops on us for a noise complaint and underage drinking. The noise was valid but it was Saturday night at 11PM. Don't be a miserable fucking hag. Sorry we interrupted your Murder She Wrote marathon but I'm sure that you and Angela Lansbury will live. The underage charge was a hoot since none of us hang out with high schoolers. I'm sure she threw that in just to be a bag of dicks. It's been awhile since a party of mine had a surprise cop visit. As expected, the police did nothing and I plan on putting a bag of my hangover turds in this bitch's mailbox the week we leave. So I win. The last two days have been spent recovering and keeping a watchful eye over my now nutless dog. Can't wait for Ace to tell me how stupid it is to neuter a dog. Soooooo, while spending most of my time on the Internet over the last couple of days, two stories caught my eye that I will touch on briefly so I can get back to my movie marathon. First:
What in THEE fuck is Milwaukee thinking? More importantly, what is Jason Kidd thinking? Let me start by saying Jason Kidd is a cunt mouthed shit sucker. Not many people are gifted the fucking opportunity of a head coaching gig in a major market less than one year after retirement. Shit...a lot of these guys spend years as assistants before getting their first head coaching job. And it's usually for an ass squad with almost no future. But hitting the head coaching lottery wasn't good enough for Jason Kidd, I guess. Kidd apparently wanted to be president of basketball operations, as well, after only one season. A pretty mediocre season at that. The Nets wisely told him to get fucked and instead of taking it like a man and working his way up to a position he's currently not ready for, Kidd pouts and leaves for Milwaukee. A team that still isn't going to grant Kidd's wishes. Okay? The fucking balls on that guy. I hope you like snow and fat, toothless, drunk Packers fans who reek of gouda. It was a poor hire by Milwaukee and Jason Kidd is a dildo. Second:
I guess billboard smack talk is a thing now. Yesterday I saw that someone or someones in San Antonio decided to rip LeBron for opting out of his deal using billboard material. Literally. Let's find out what resident Spurs fan, Ace thinks. I'm guessing he's going to love it because he's tacky...just like the billboard.
Listen. I'm always down for a good ol' fashioned shit talking sesh. But going to the LEMPHS of a billboard is a little childish, IMO. I'm willing to admit that I was wrong about the Spurs. They shut me up and showed how good they really are. They've also been a class act organization from day one and seem to do things the right way. I still hate them, but I can at least respect them after what I saw this year. And if I were a part of that organization or a fan of that team, I would hate this billboard and want it taken down, ASAP. The Spurs have never been about public shaming or shit talking. They let their play on the court speak for itself and that's always been good enough. Taking pot shots at another team/player is a low class move and completely opposite of what the Spurs represent. What about everyone else? So you love or hate the billboard move if it were your favorite team?
Well, assholes. Batman (1989) is calling my name. Time to dive back into this movie marathon. And yes, cry babies. It is another basketball post. So suck my cock and DEAL WITH IT already.