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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

LigueI’m heading out to the White Sox game tonight (Tuesday). I am planning on having a good time, but I swear to God, if they don’t start winning I’m going to go Ligue on somebody’s ass. Paul Konerko needs to straighten out his act out right now. A lot of people talk about how relaxing baseball is. They pine about the pastoral nature of it all. I don’t like it if my team is not winning. There’s nothing relaxing about fighting the traffic to the ballpark and finding a place to park. There’s nothing pastoral about sitting in the stands with 28,000 pissed-off drunks while a bunch of millionaires in short pants wallow in mediocrity. Baseball, just like almost everything else, is work. So start working White Sox.

If you haven’t had a chance to see the 2008 ESPY Awards, do yourself a favor and check them out on ESPN. It seems like it’s always running on one of their multiple Glock 600 clipchannels, and it’s engaging as hell (just like Cliff Politte used to be). I want to dislike Justin Timberlake, but he makes it damned near impossible. He looks like my son, Matt, he’s also musically talented, and to top it off, he’s funny. All three things could be said about Matt too, but he isn’t hosting the ESPY awards just yet. He’s working for MrSkin.com right now, and I’m not even sure if he’s found the time to podcast. Honestly, working for Mr. Skin might even be better than having a job in radio.

I had the chance to visit a Bass Pro Shop over the weekend so that I might get a gun case for transport across state lines. I was blown away by what I saw there. I wanted to take up or take on every sport that they were promoting in there. I don’t camp, but I was fired up to do so. I don’t shoot a bow and arrow, but I was thinking about pulling the string on it. Heck, I don’t even really fish, but it took almost all of my self-control to keep myself from wading into those waters. And the guns! I was blown away by the assortment. I happened to see a 300-plus pound woman from Indiana asking about an extended clip for her Glock and somehow I found it to be extremely hot. Okay, not extremely hot, but definitely doable.

Drunken' Weenies!