The sky fell on Chicken Little last night. Thank God. I didn't see it, who else was in the bottom three? Did Barry Sing?
I'm craving junk food, and it's very bad because the cafeteria has taco salad tonight. I already indulged in a single scoop of ice cream.
I wished I had watched South Park last night! Did you hear what they did to poor Chef in retaliation? Plus fans have started to threaten a boycott of Viacom's MI3 if they don't back off Comedy Central and let them rerun the episode poking fun at Cruise.
One other sports note: Boston's latest Judas.
That's what so great about this town: the fans. If you're a star, if you win, you can't walk down the street unnoticed. People want to buy you beers. You do commercials for local business. You are the home town hero. But God forbid someone "shows you the money," you'll be persona non-grata. You will be booed when you come to play with your new team. They will make T shirts lambasting your name. There are those who might even spit on the ground when they speak it. And they never get over it. Ever. Seriously. People still talk about Bill Buckner's error in 1986. So now I have to laugh at all these people speculating if Roger Clemens will come back to the Red Sox. They are now holding the grudge against Dan Duquette, who didn't want to cough up the bucks back then, and Roger may want to end his career back here.
Yeah, we look much better now with Theo Epstein's open wallet. I still wouldn't hold my breath.