as my knees swell up with water and my toes cramp up from apparent dehydration, i can only assimilate my obstacles with the bowls on my table. they break. i also think of the bulls and how rough a season this was for some. rose played through a lot of injuries, noah had really hurty feet, and taj gibson was also hurt a lot but nobody ever noticed because he is a hard hat man. brad miller is pretty cool shit, and luol deng had a fantastic trade bait year (please god let him go), while the only thing james johnson can do consistently is the 'omg look at that play that i cant do, while i hold you back with my arms as i make my o face' move. and everyone hates vinny.
not really the fans for some reason... the fans think the coach sucks yet still feel bad for him in some ways. strange ways. sort of like milking the rockford cows... i mean it doesnt seem like you could get good milk from an ugly cow but even the scary looking ones need a long order of love sometimes. thats an oxymetaphor though, because it isnt vinnys looks that is ugly, its his production. he is like that guy in the union who plays the game well enough to get along with the right people, yet he really doesnt get anything done and all the real journeymen pretty much hate his presence.
speaking of present, christmas is NOT almost here and THANK YOU MY FUCKING GOD. what a shit holiday. i mean if you got kids, yeah. like a snail on a turtle's back- weeeeeeee!. ill stick with late spring coach firings over christmas flubber just for the mere fact that then is not now and now is now not fuckin ever again. suck ur fuckin pot you dick lickin life-sloths while we get another mediocre coach HELLS fuckin yeah! bitches
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