If professional drinking were officially recognized as a sport, Lauren and I would have blogged about our weekend. Unfortunately it is not, so sorry for our protracted absence. Lucky for you, not too much interesting went on in the world of sports while we were gone...except:
*Drew Brees decided to tempt his off-season fate once again by flying with the Blue Angels.
*Pacman Jones was involved in yet another incident.
*The rapist became the raped.
*And some bracket thing or another came out. I dunno, supposedly it's a big deal and supposedly I'm involved. Which should be hilarious.
This isn't sports news, but Brad Delp, the lead singer of Boston, died on Friday. Which means that Lauren and I will be in mourning for at least the greater part of the week. If we don't post as much as usual, blame God. It's more than a feeling damn it.
*Drew Brees decided to tempt his off-season fate once again by flying with the Blue Angels.
*Pacman Jones was involved in yet another incident.
*The rapist became the raped.
*And some bracket thing or another came out. I dunno, supposedly it's a big deal and supposedly I'm involved. Which should be hilarious.
This isn't sports news, but Brad Delp, the lead singer of Boston, died on Friday. Which means that Lauren and I will be in mourning for at least the greater part of the week. If we don't post as much as usual, blame God. It's more than a feeling damn it.
Labels: boston, chronic alcoholism, drew brees, kobe bryant, march madness, the rainmaker
I think we need at least 17 minutes of silence.
Well now I will never get to live out my dream of performing back up vocals for Brad Delp. WHY GOD WHY?