The NBA Playoffs reminded me of a date I once had; I don't know if I ever told y'all. It was a few years ago in March. My rival team was the one-seed in the NCAA Tournament. Our team was firing Smirky the Clown. The date was a fan of the rival team and from Connecticut. Also, he didn't have a job (other than working trivia and selling Zoe, a very healthy vitamin drink.) And, he didn't believe in God. Strike One. Strike Two.
So...he proceeded to tell me all about said one-seed. Then he said, "I always hated Tubby." Now, I know all about some Tubby hate, but generally it emanates from someone with one tooth, and rarely is it uttered from a man who cheers for the other team. Why is this cat getting his dog in our Tubby-hating fight?
I asked. "Why would you hate Tubby?" And he said..."Because he didn't start"...the NBA player who was my brother's back-up.
Check, please.
Oh, do y'all think black beans and rice or Chinese take-out are acceptable Derby party side dishes? I don't, but I thought I'd check. Yankees.
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