lol ------------------ May I have another Snowball Clutch? Please may I? Ill be a good little mole.... I promise.
easily the best post ever by someone under 10 posts. packed with popeye metaphors and CBFC smoothness, yet remaining on the psychotic edge of Rabidness. great! I loved the line: [This message has been edited by heypartner (edited February 03, 2001).]
thanks guys, i think the frustration is too great and as written in so many posts right now, something has to happen soon--why not just kick some a$$, win or lose? ------------------
All right, this whole situation is bizarre, surreal, and evil. We may as well paint our faces, wear G-strings and follow the man-become-deity-who-gives-us-meaning-in-our-(character)assassinations. Wait, which one? I feel like my innocent, childhood love of the Rockets and everything Houston has been hit by napalm. Go surfing, fellas.Where is Martin Sheen when you need him? Is he the two headed Rudy/CD conglomerate who’s suffering the personal questions of loyalty, power and commitment? Maybe Shareef to the rescue? Francis? I know he just wants to win the war. Webber is more like some hero you hear about on the radio, winning medals and all, but painfully far away from the foxhole you’re stuck in now. How about Hakeem? Yes, he’s stepped beyond the boundaries into unchartered areas. The Rockets, team and fans, are like that last outpost without a commanding officer, insane and in a killing frenzy, yet now losing focus and direction. Maybe we need some LSD to put this all in perspective. In the chaotic gunstorm of bbs comments, bombs of accusations, sniperlike biting assessments I’ve gotten a bit lost, but one thing is sure is that Hakeem must feel a little betrayed--he did sign that mega-contract but I don’t believe he thought the team would ever have turned away from him so completely as a major part of their offense. Give me some explosive to strap to my belly, but just tell me where to go and whom to blow up. How the hell is this mess gonna fix itself? I think Francis needs to step it up in his comments. Fight fire with fire. Play with the insanity, now. You got nothing but yourselves, the ball and the world is the court you’re on. Stick your head out. Tromp through the minefield. Steve, be Father Duvall. I’m looking for Taylor to be cool, crazy and mean. No Koko, but loco. When I see Cuttino I think of a spraying machine gun. So be it. Use him wisely, but knowing that when you pull the trigger, you won’t get one shot but twenty. Shandon Anderson: a complete player, kind of like that Flight of the Valkyries music and the storming helicopters themselves. Well, turn yourself up, give everyone a background that sings of fame, glory and all-around destruction. KT, Carlos: artillery to clear the playing field, the glass and blow up where directed. Moochie, all he has to do leave his hair out. That scares the hell out of me already. I just want to be able to say one thing tomorrow, Poor Spurs.
I just KNOW some people are gonna LOVE this line! ------------------ President of the Official Welcoming Committee for Shareef Abdur-Rahim!
