Beef

UK, WHAT HAPPEND?! You were up, down, up, down, up, down, down, down, down. Then, with 00.9 SECONDS left on the clock, you're down by two. You could have fixed that, but noooo, you had to foul and wind up losing by four...FOUR!! The kings of the 'comeback' second half, the darlings of taking the basketball lead. Tubby's eyes were full of rage dudes. if I were you, I'd find another way home tonight. I would drive to Kansas to get you, but frankly, I'm very disappointed. I think you need to be taught a lesson.

And Hey! Commentators! Yeah, you two. What's up with the five minute commentary on a single player's hand size? You really think that's the important issue? What, were you trying to figure out how to ask him out? I'm pretty sure he's not into you. They're hands! Hands do not need to be measured in Tangerines and Cantaloupes.

Oh...and Microsoft, I see you snickering in the corner. YOU'RE the reason I've got to get up at 5am tomorrow. You and your "I'm not making enough X-Box 360's to meet the demand...tee hee" attitude. No, I don't have to wait in line for one, thank goodness, but I do have to go open a business for a friend, who's standing as we speak in line for one at a place that doesn't even open until 9am with a bunch of drunk nerds who, when asked what the 'bathroom' plan was replied "Hhhuhhh huuuhhhh there's some bushes over in that dark corner...huuhhh huuhhh" Beevis and Butthead style. I know. I heard them. I know you like mon-ay, so why don't you make ENOUGH? Yeesh.

(PS. I'm not as mad as I sound, I'm just full of sass tonight.)