Man, that was a long frigging 24 hours. I’m not gonna lie. I was irritated, to put it mildly, pretty much all day Thursday. Conspiracy? I didn’t use that word yesterday and I won’t today. Conspiracies require a lot more brainpower, discretion and cunning than anyone in Little Gary’s inner circle is capable of.
Ineptitude? Oh Hell yes. In spades. In bucketfuls. The league office is gloriously overflowing with it. Ignorance? An unspoken job requirement. Overturned goals are a problem. Have been for, at least, 9 years. Deal with it? Nah. Ignore it.
But that’s all solved tonite. All the bad things are going away, because this series ends tonite in Detroit.
Did you say something? I’m sorry?
No, no. It’s every other day. Been that way the last two series. Day on. Day off. Day on. Day off. I plan for it, you see. Emotionally, it’s how I’ve been rolling. Stress. Drink. Watch. Live Blog. React. Day off and repeat.
Excuse me? Did you say something Mitch? You must have because now I’m writing like you. There’s no game tonite? Not on Versus because, as horrible as their coverage has been, they’ve loyally carried multiple games per week all year so it’s time Little Gary bent them over too. There’s no game tonite because NBC “wants” it tomorrow?
Dammit. Well, if you say so. I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow night. And, now, come to think of it...that’s not a horrible idea. Spend the day kicking the bejesus out of my dog because he looked at me the wrong way and his eyes are all red and wide open like a heroin addict, which naturally reminds me of Mike Ribeiro. So, I’ll do that until around 1845. Start the Live Blog at 1900 and ride the Stress Train for three hours. Saturday night hockey. A tradition up north, eh? That’s cool. Good for the Canadians (iens).
Why are you still talking to me? What? Oh, you just shut the fu** up. Conference Finals hockey at 1:30 on a Saturday afternoon? That’s just, well, it’s just gay. Playoff Hockey. Saturday Night. On NBC. It’s MUST SEE TV Motherfu**ers! Forget that.
Let’s roll it at 1330.
But hey, Versus? Stand by. Little Gary still loves you. He still needs you, you know. Have the feeb running the switcher be ready to take the live feed from Detroit if Game 5 goes to OT because there’s no way in Hell we can interrupt the Preakness because the frigging toads, degenerate gamblers, inbreeders and elitist lovers of the ponies would cause quite the stir. Not to mention the PETA activists tuning in hoping for another tragedy. You think they’re not? Please.
So, just be ready in the control room. Oh, and if it goes to OT and you don’t have Versus? I’m talking to you, the viewers? Well, you’re shafted. Again. Say it with me. Thanks Gary. Ass.
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IwoNOTE: I read a blog yesterday that quoted something we posted here. The segment they used contained the word “tonite”. Within the quote, they used “sic” after tonite, to show they know how to spell it but left my version in there. Here’s the deal dickweed (sic): I know how to spell “tonight”. I choose to spell it “tonite”. I have reasons to do so. If you don’t know them, you’re probably not supposed to.
Doubt Sweater Ted will see the note. Too busy reading all the comments readers have left on his blog entries.
Posted by O-Joe on 05/16 at 07:31 AM