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Archive for June, 2010

I’d thought so.

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

… I mean, we all knew, but didn’t want to say anything. I hope soccer knows that we all love it just the way it is.

But the Vuvuzelas aren’t the worst part of my week…

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

… and that’s saying something:  
http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1996292,00.html

So apparently it’s all about ‘Merican Football and it’s big TV money, and therfore nobody really gives a shit about secondary revenue sports like basketball.  My most cherished hope is that KU will end up in the Big East or ACC, but the Mountain West (who? … exactly) looks the most likely according to the local rumor mill.

Ugh.

We used to raid our main rival Missouri and kill motherfuckers.  Who will I hate next year?  Can you imagine Rangers getting split off from Celtic?  Galatasaray from Fenerbahce?  River Plate from Boca Juniors?  Shrewsbury Town from Wrexham*?  Those Missouri fuckers burned my town to the ground once.  BYU are just creepy and weird.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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*Not an actual example.

Oh please [diety(s) here], I am begging you.

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

Notice: If you believe your flavor of God(s) ha(s/ve) the power to make this dream a reality, please let me know and I will personally make a donation of money, blood or animal entrails, as appropriate.  All wild-eyed, froth-mouthed true believers encouraged to apply — no superstition too implausible, no horribly flawed rationalization too transparent.

Thank you, and thank your [all-powerful/reasonably-powerful/capricious and emotive] God(s) in advance for making the World Cup what it should be — not completely fucking annoying.

Most. Annoying. World Cup. Evar?

Friday, June 11th, 2010

It’s official.  I hate the Vuvuzela. How it became the “symbol of South African football” is beyond me.    Hopefully the ESPN sound guys will slowly pull the crowd down lower and lower in the mix, although that would normally be the exact opposite of how to mix a football match.  Guh.

Come on you Bfana Bfana!  Let’s send Mexico home.