The silence it is deafening,
when Morgan’s trash talk ends,
and Alice leaves the country …
We feel bereft of friends!
How long will this haiatus stretch?
I hear it’s not so long!
The hoop wars, they begin afresh
before Thursday is gone!
So what to write? What to write indeed! There’s a whole, great big wonderful non-basketball-related world out there. I can almost see it through my bleary eyes.
First, on the not-so-wonderful front, there’s the stepped up violence in Iraq. But wait? Maybe it’s not so bad after all! The Pentagon tells us that this is a good thing … a result of the success of the surge. That’s great to hear, because now that the economy is strong again and we only have a few more weeks ’til we get our humungous rebate windfalls, I didn’t want to have to get worried or depressed or anything.
But wait … maybe I should be … worried and depressed, that is. Or angry. Or incensed. Or ashamed. The off-court madness is the real deal … horribly real. It makes the scandal-ridden sports world look innocent.
Sorry … this wasn’t the tack I was expecting to take today. Guess reality intruded …