the thing with millionaire matchmaker, and all bravo shows, and that great song which raps about how i watch my espn while she watches her oxygen by who knows digidy somebody ... well, is that it is pretty much true ... to life ... my life at least ... most life i imagine ... not all life, not over all of time ... but the women like their lady shows and the men like their sports ... pretty basic stuff ... crosses over from time to time ... but simple enough ...
now that we got that straight, it is true, sometimes i make sacrifices, deep and substantial sacrifices and watch shows like millionaire matchmaker that make me want to puke out of my butt and stab my eyes with my testicles (if they were pointy, which they are not, i assure you) ... and it is ok ... i bond with the lady and learn a little about humanity in ways that i wished otherwise probably not to know but now carry with me like a scarlet letter of knowledge ... and i just cant forget kim kardashian has scabbies no how hard i try to ... not that i care much about her or her scabies, but that she has it and it was a big issue especially between her and mother kardashian who wanted to change her last name back to kardashian ... yada yada yada, shoot me in the face please ... and it all comes back around to sports, and hubbie chris jenner (whose wife is also named kris, with a k) - who was an olympic gold metalist - so you see, it is ok, like yin and yang it works together ... breathe ommmm, breathe ...
so basically what i am trying to say is yes, i missed the end of the yankee game and the chance to cherish immediate post game reactions of derek jeter sulking in arods arms ... and instead was in fact watching millionaire matchmaker ... and that is ok ... i am ok.
good, i am glad we got that one off our chest, lets all move on now ... and pretend ... by watching superflous amounts of post post game and day after commentary and sports banter! cheers to the sports industrial complex and their control over us servile citizens of the world ... espn, i bow to yee ...
... now, before i forget and go on and on about sports and society and culture and so forth ... lets talk a bit more about those greesy graces of gad they call burritos and quesadillas from el farilito ... as this blog expands and the business plan develops ever moreso, an investment in a smart phone with a camera to upload real time photos maybe in order ... maybe ... until then just imagine these collosals of joy, sobering over - each bite a celebration of life and the pure and simple fact that i, we are alive !!! ... you see now, you see how sports and foods are so related ... similar orgasmic experience of pure animilastic satsifaction and sustenance for the body, the mind, the soul! ... elevate my friends to the true potential that sports and food offer us to attain! rise up! and be delivered! ....
ok, few ... as the sweat drips down my brow and i think of an eminem song, then an advertisement from burger king, and also a sexy thinly clothed clad gal ... and back again to the aftermath, this moment ... many hours later left with only memories and some stomach growls, belches and such ...
how long can we stay euphoric after a victory? ... red sox fans? ... oh yes, and did i mention that my most recent sports location related geniological accomplishment was bringing the first world series victory to san francisco! that is right, fear my beard that my brother drew on with just for men dye during game one of the world series as cliff lee was being handed to it by little freakie spastically fantastic freddie sanchez ... oh just check out that mole !!!
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