Friday, June 13, 2008

Not Saying I Told You So But...

                Man do I feel at home with my fellow everyman Sox fan!

In what is probably the first of many moments when I will rub my reasoning and unbiased logic in the face of the SG comes this gem. 

Near the end of an epic "game diary" where SG is so excited about the Celt's comeback that he has to keep rewriting his recaps because of the typos and lets his readers know each and every time.

8:42
"...I'm going to throw up. You should have seen this paragraph before I fixed the typos."

And two minutes later.

8:44
"Sam Cassell might have had a horrible playoffs, but he just broke the F-bomb record on the Boston bench getting the guys fired up. That was outstanding. I don't know how I'm even typing right now."

Oh SG, you are just too much, you are such a regular sports fan, I totally relate to you. But as I was saying, two minutes after SG threw up and then pooped in his oshkosh b'gosh shorts comes this.

8:46
"...After a Lakers basket, Allen whittled the next 20 seconds off the clock before completely abusing Vujacic for a back-breaking layup. (Special thanks to Gasol for not helping in time -- I'm starting to think Kwame Brown, Javaris Crittenton and two draft picks was a fair trade.) Boston by five, 17 seconds left." 

I'm starting to think it wasn't that bad of a trade either. Oh wait, I already proved that point a week ago in a long post where I laid out how incredibly asinine you are. SG you are a  true hack. Proof is in the puddin.

1 comment:

DB said...

I think the best part of this article has to be the SG's lead.

He begins with an email from a SG, naturally from Framingham, Mass. where the majority of his readership resides.

"I've been reading you since the BSG days. I know it's great to go to the games, but it's Celtics-Lakers! If I told you back then that we'd have another Celtics-Lakers Finals and you let the whole series go by without a running diary, you would have said no way. Don't forget your roots and give us a diary -- nobody cares that you went to the game and sat 10 rows from Hugh Hefner or Luke Perry. Give us a diary, Simmons!"

Obviously this guy's been drinking too much of the SG Kool-Aid. First of all, the mere fact that this guy has been reading him since the "BSG" days makes him mentally ill. Maybe someone needs to tell this guy how much time he has wasted reading 10,000 word articles which obviously lulled him into and SG zombie-like slumber.

In short, getting through an SG diary is a lot like buying drinks for a girl who is just using you for booze. It's hard to stomach and by the end of it you are left feeling frustrated and dumb.