Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Closing Out an Excellent Month...

The NFL Draft is this weekend. I am one of those people that enjoys the draft. I can certainly do without the weeks and weeks of constant talking, mock drafts & analyzing it though. I hate watching Mel Kiper (pictured right) and Todd McShay yell at each other for weeks on end. Just give me analysis of the players and move on.

The draft closes out a great month for sports. It started with The Final Four, next baseball season started, then The Master's, followed by the start of the NBA and NHL playoffs.

Speaking of the NBA playoffs, I am at a very awkward stage of my relationship with the Bulls. They are the last professional sports team in Chicago I support. If anyone questions my fandom I will point to the two years I had season tickets during the Tim Floyd era.

I spent the entire year trashing everyone in the organization except for Derrick Rose. I refused to even refer to them as the Bulls. I called them the Derrick Roses for crying out loud. Now they are giving the Celtics a run for their money, and I feel mixed emotions. I am glad they are doing well, but I almost wish they weren't. They still aren't that good and don't have a championship mix, and I am afraid that with this 'success' Paxson is going to think they are closer than they really are. I see the same thing happening when they beat the Heat a few years ago. After that they stood pat and the next couple of years were miserable.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Toilet Tale...

I met some friends for dinner to celebrate Adam's birthday. When I arrived I needed to use the facilities. I am 29 years old and thought I had encountered every type of washroom there is. I discovered it isn't true.

This particular facility had one sink, a urinal and a regular toilet. At first glance it would seem it was a room for two, but as I looked around some more there was a lock on the door and there were no partitions of any kind between the urinal and toilet. It had an open floor plan if you will. When I walked in there was someone in there and I wasn't sure what to do - stay or leave? stay or leave? Is this a onesie or a twosie? If it is a onesie why didn't he lock the door? I aired on the side of caution and bailed.

I waited until that guy left, went in and locked the door so that the next guy wouldn't have to bear the same mental anguish I did.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

It has been 15 years...

It has been 15 years since Kurt Cobain died. 15 years - That is crazy...

Thursday, April 2, 2009