Against All Balls

The following is the lost post as best I can recall it. I'm sure it's no where near the land of "Good" as my last one, but it will have to suffice since I am an imperfect being with an imperfect memory.

Ever since last Thursday, as in the past 7 days, there has been much ado about the human hackey sack. It's weird, actually, how prevalent the topic has been--it even got to Timmy.

It started last week when the conversation two of my coworkers were having about basketball turned to something that happened one of the Clippers/Suns games. Apparently one player decided to pull another player out of the air by his . . . ahem . . . "area." Ow.

Later that day, as per Tim's post, we went to a restaurant with my coworkers for happy hour. Once the appetizers arrived, I tore into them and realized about halfway through my second what-I-thought-was-a-chicken-fried-steak-nugget, that what I was in fact eating were calf fries. The taste wasn't too bad, but when I realized what I was eating, I lost my appetite for them. It just seemed wrong to be eating that body part, regardless of the species of its original possessor.

The next day, after our plans with our two fave lezzies fell-through because of, what else, a baseketfootieball game (Mavs v. Spurs) , I learned that during the game, another crotchal-area incident occurred when a Spur began punching a Mav in Jimmy Johnson's boys. What got me though, was that the Mav was suspended for socking the guy in the face afterward while the berry-mashing Spur was let off with a warning. Riiiight. I don't blame the guy for socking the guy in the face afterward. I would have done the same.

. . . I also would've hit the teammate of mine who was standing right there and did nothing.

. . . and the stupid ref for doing nothing afterward.

And the next day, I would've hit the jackass NBA higher-up who made the suspension decision.

But that's just me.

Yesterday, I overheard another set of coworkers discussing an injury one of their nephews suffered the day before. An incredibly painful injury. It hurts just to write about it, but apparently he twisted one sphere of influence around to the point of possibly needing surgery to correct it. *cringe* Again, gonna have to say "Ow." Not exactly sure how one would go about causing such a twist of excruciating fate, but then again I think I am perfectly content in my ignorance.

I should have known there would be many balls in the air when all the kiwis we had for our lunches the past two weeks did indeed resemble another kind of furry fruit.

Beware the balls. They're everywhere.