It was pretty good. I know I said “no spoilers” but I guess I have to throw in this tiny one: the dinosaurs are, once again, out of human control.
This isn’t even about basketball. We can hate LeBron regardless of the city he’s playing in. As a Cincinnati guy, it was just really convenient that he happened to play in a city I can’t stand. Whether it was anointing himself the King, playing with an almost-broken hand, flopping his way into an and-1, or hunkering down in a “Decision Cave” to decide where he’d play this season, I’ve always had plenty of reasons to not like the Kid From Akron (another nickname he gave himself).
Now that LeBron is in LA, there’s one thing that is certain. No, not a championship. The Warriors and the rest of the Western Conference are still stacked. This means more movie roles and most likely Space Jam 2, which should never be remade. You wouldn’t expect another NBA big man to remake Kazaam so why in the fuck are we gonna let LeBron ruin Space Jam’s legacy? It’s unacceptable and I won’t stand for it.
I know it’s not brand new this season, but while watching the Reds game last night I found myself annoyed with how much the new intentional walk rule sucks. Since way back in 2017, the manager has been able to call for an intentional walk, giving the batter first base without making the pitcher throw four pitches outside of the strike zone. I can understand the desire for this rule in theory, but it sucks a load of… donkey stuff… in practice. The idea behind the rule, or so I assume, is to help speed up the game and eliminate additional pitches that can cause wear and tear on a pitcher’s arm. Is that worth sacrificing some of the greatest and funniest moments in baseball history for? I say no.
Let’s just get this out in the open right now. I hate Facebook. Hate hate hate hate it. I have an account, but I only get on when they send me the “hey idiot, you have 74 pending notifications and have been tagged in 43 pictures” email once every couple of months. Truth be told, if I wasn’t worried about losing contact with family and friends that have moved away from Cincinnati, I’d probably scrap my account all together.
Facebook was cool back when it was only available at certain colleges. Did I feel like a bad ass when Ohio University was added to Facebook and other shithead and poser schools weren’t approved yet? God damn right I did. There was nothing better than editing someone’s wall to make it look like one of your other friends said or did something embarrassing. Want a private group only certain people on your dorm’s floor can join as a memento of something funny that happened at 3am on a random Wednesday? Well “I remember when Jack pissed his pants after too much Southern Comfort” was a group ready to spit out invites to anyone who was there. If you don’t understand anything I just said in the last paragraph, no I won’t buy you beer for your senior prom. Continue reading
This past Friday, instead of watching Lebron and Co. destroy the Raptors in game 3 or watching the Reds smoke the Giants 13-3, the wife and I decided to go see Guardians of the Galaxy 2 at a jammed packed movie theater. We both really liked the first GOTG, and Chris Pratt may be my favorite actor currently; I think we could be best friends in real life, and Andy from Parks and Rec may be one of my favorite sitcom characters of all time.