I woke up this morning, lightweight grouchy because I had a math test AND I got a 'C' on my most recent economics test and had to do a crap load of test corrections, but then, I went to get the paper, and of course, I flipped to the sporting green first, and this is what I saw.
Pretty great way to start the day off. Except for I hate clowns.
I'm LEGIT scared of clowns. Especially rodeo clowns because I swear this one time, this crazy clown was trying to steal my horse in Arizona. Think he got way too close at one point when my back was turned, but he musta spooked Draco (the horse, yes he's named after Draco Malfoy), and the horse freaked, the clown ran and I never saw him again.
Anyway, story time over.
ON A DIFFERENT NOTE:
How does one even associate the words, "Average Joe," with the San Francisco Bay Area?
You're around here long enough, you're barely an average Joe, and our baseball team is most definitely not a bunch of "Joes."
Just to name a few un-average guys:
You've got Brain Wilson with his shoes, and the hair, and the beard.
Timmy's lengthy hair.
Buster Posey's incredibly decorative, and elaborate catching mask.
Romo's beard.
Really, the beards in general.
Aubrey Huff's transformer tattoos.
Barry Zito, being the awesomely-quirky Barry Zito he is...
I like the whole, "fear the beard" thing or what not.
I mean, quite honestly, who cares how they look so long as they play well?
I don't.
The beards didn't get us to the NLCS.
This is our team,
We gotta lot of personality,
so lay-off 'em.
If you ain't gonna embrace it,
don't criticize it.
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