- Mark tells a story about his parents' child-rearing style that explains quite a bit
- We agree that John Wall seems like kind of a dick, though we also agree that he's a phenomenal player
- Whitney gets caught by his mother doing something alone in his room
- We prepare for face painting
- Rob admits to crying - which makes him more rather than less of a man
Consider this an aural appetizer (get your mind out of the gutter, KQ) in advance of the greatest four days in the sports calendar.
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A couple reactions:
*Rob's voice sounds 69% more nasal than it does in real life on these things.
*For a tattooed, bearded freak, Mark is surprisingly articulate. He still isn't welcome inside my home until he's sleeved and shaved, but when he talks about Willie Burton I'm instantly whisked away to a far off world...
*I could have used 16% more TJ.
You mean Willie Horton, right?
No Z-Man. We don't.
Goatate.
No, I mean former Gopher Willie Burton.
Dudes that played hoops in a mask for 400 Alex.
hard to deny that i have a voice for blogging.
So ... Willie Horton was a political reference. Right up Jee-auf's alley, I thought. I guess you guys are too young to remember how GWH Bush swift boated Dukakis?
Or GHW Bush. Whatever his name is.
I familiar with furlough Willie...I just thought you didn't get our joke when actually we didn't get yours. Yep...this is an effective use of all of our time.
It beats working.
Midtown looks like Blowout only with stylish pretty women, black folks, and no bumpkins. Shitshow.
spotted in old town alexandria this afternoon: a young man in a 'william & mary rugby' tee pushing a stroller and carrying a purse. no wife/baby momma in sight. you must be so proud.
there's a better than 50% chance that wasn't a man, man
Hoopshoopshoopshoopshoopshoopshoops
fine podcast.
going to get in a quick yahg this morning, or JOg, as some people are calling it.
i will then shower and head to airport, for what will hopefully be a much less eventful trip for me than it was for whit a few weeks ago.
i should be 2-3 bloody's into the day by lunchtime - i'll keep you posted. missing yesterday's partying seems a distant memory now.
happy hoops
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