Saturday Morning Pepto
Why a raging stomach flu of course!
It started with one kid, then moved to another, and now it's got my toilet looking like the inside of Kevin Cosgrove's alignment charts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is better than the smell of a fresh pine tree in the living room...decorated with lights and family ornaments handed down from generation to generation...than the smell of sickly vomit and diarrhea. It certainly is..the most wonderful time of the year. (In the time I wrote this, 1 kid already threw up again and I've had to run upstairs twice)
Needless to say, the party is never ending at my house, so I'll make this a bit shorter and a bit more bitter than usual.
* I mentioned last year about this time, that I really have no problem with the Nebraska volleyball team. If you're that good at a college sport...no matter what it is...then you deserve respect. (Unless you're a bunch of steroidal freaks, run by a raging hypocrite and only "won" national titles because you won some mythical beauty contest...but I digress.) However, the pre-Cotton Bowl jiz-fest that is about to hit the Qwest Cener in a few weeks for the NCAA Volleyball Championships is about to boil over in the coming days.
Again, I have no problems with 6'4" chicks who can spike a ball at 900mph. That's not the problem. The problem is the 19,000 douchbags who are going to show up in Husker red, acting like complete idiots, cheering for a sport that nobody cares about. Ya think the NCAA wants the Husker women to win their match tonight to advance to Omaha? Think they care about 19,000 people in the seats compared to only 1,500 if the Huskers don't make it? Yeah, don't get me started on the NCAA or their ability to "ensure the highest standards of competition", when the teams with the most money and the dumbest fans win. You want a true champion? Play the thing in Boise. You want a true neutral court in the NCAA basketball tourney? Play the games in Serbia.