weaktwos

...my apologies to douchebags everywhere.

imlac brought this to my attention in this post.

Here is Medved's editorial.

Medved is proving that some people can't grow up.

But, Shaquille O'Neal is a bit more wiser than Mr. Medved:
"My view is, I was always taught not to judge people," continued Shaq, thoughtfully, "and I have said publicly that John Amaechi was my teammate. If people said stuff about him, I would have to stick up for him, and I wouldn't judge him. (Homophobia is) not what this league is about."

Last night's Everwood was a wonderful cautionary tale regarding lying. It doesn't quite anything new to the debate. Still, it makes one think about how often people screw up via the incompetently deceptive route.

Tonight taogrl and I went to the Rivercats game. I picked her up and we drove to the Crocker Art Museum. There is "secret squirrel" free parking there. Furthermore, it is a lovely walk across the river to the stadium. I took out the tickets and gave Suzanne her ticket and put mine in my pocket. We walked up the hill, over the freeway, where you can ponder all those mechanical beasts hurling down the road. Take a few steps and you're on the Sacramento waterfront, which is rather pleasant. We turned right and walked along the riverfront until we came to the bridge. We turned left and crossed the bridge.

I reflexively put my hand in my pocket and realize I feel no ticket in my pocket.

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It was a breezy day. If I dropped that ticket while crossing the bridge, it was gone.

So we turn around, back over the bridge, right on the waterfront, Suzanne gazes left and sees, far off in the bushes, a ticket of similar proportions to the very one I lost.

Sure enough, it was my rogue ticket.

Following a brief expression of gratitude and a promise of dinner, we turn around, walk along the riverfront, left at the bridge, and meander into Raley Field just in time for the Star Spangled Banner.

Tonight's event: the Sacramento Rivercats versus the Portland Beavers. Yes, that's right; the pussies versus the beavers.

The game started off with a bang when the first Beaver at bat smacked the ball so hard the bat broke in two and flew towards the 2nd baseman. Yes, the Beaver broke the bat.

After that, though, the Beavers were rather sloppy. The were behind by 8 when we left the game at the 7th inning.

And dadgum those Sacramento Kings. I saw the score while watching the baseball game. They were so close. After tying the game with about 3-4 minutes left, they ended up 11 points behind in the remaining time of the game. Heartbreaking.

Now, to sleep.