Drydocked

I was wasting time a minute ago and came across this amazing little blog. Remember that song? Oh, 2001. ::sigh::

Aaaaanyway, Keith Olbermann is the man. I mean I could care less about Hilary’s image, I already think she has done enough to tarnish it herself. Without getting too much of a political discussion, I will say I pray to God, she does not win the election. Her voice shreds the very essence of my being. If you don’t believe me, YouTube a speech of her and tell me you wouldn’t just love to kiss a moving train.

This whole Ferraro fiasco is kind of hilarious. She’s made such racist, ignorant comments and in what was such a close race toward the convention, her association with Senator Clinton has widened the “delegate gap” considerably. Thankfully someone is taking the fall for not speaking out against her “regrettable” comments.

In the world of sports, the NCAA tournament is still awesome. At this point even for people who are fans of college basketball, can’t figure out who the hell is going to the dance or who Uncle Robby should bet his Rolex on. It’s all pretty damn confusing to me, and I think I have a popular strategy for March basketball viewing: stick to the two or three teams you can actually name players on, and pretend your life is on the line. And for some gamblers that may very well be so.

I should never stop mid-blog. This is what happens, you get fragmented nonsense. Oh well, back soon with something a bit more inspired. I promise.