Rise and shine everybody. Got in late last night after breaking down the Magic/Celtiatrics heavyweight brawl. I`ll eat my words on the `heartless` Magic--they whupped some serious arse. Big Baby stumblin` round looked like me after a few too many TeQuila shots at the hotel bar (where`s my keys Kenny?) I took a few bows from Mahorn and the dirty Pistons back in the day but nothing like that all up in my grill. Heard there was a heavyweight fight goin` down between the CandyCaines and Spread `Em last night. Elbows, noses, limbs a flyin--damn y`all it`s flag football not Australian rules ball. I`m waiting on the Final 4 next week to really shoot my wad but Sir Chuckles will dabble in some consolation games til then. Gimme 2 stacks on each favorite. Noodle will run around and hit SmooVee for a pair, and BBoys will play no D but light up the scoreboard. (Damn Bundy, yer killin` me! Quit while your ahead.) Oh, and on a side entertainment note....Paula`s fine for her age but the meds are winning that ballgame, Simon IS Idol, and I`d give up all my winnings plus some for a double-down with Carrie Underwood and Janet Jackson--baby got BACK! Ernie? |