As you’ve no doubt heard by now, its over. Who do you prefer I quote here? The Doors, This is the end, my only friend the end or Morrissey, I know its over still I cling, I don’t know what else I can do, oh no over over over over oooovvver. I prefer Morrissey. And if you want to talk to me in the near future you’d better be in agreeance. The Doors, I mean really? Bleech. I could see Dom liking them. No offense pal.
This Saturday will be the end of a glorious year of not so glorious attempts at playing basketball by a less than glamorous group of men. The past two weeks we’ve enjoyed the company of Crazy Don. We’ve enjoyed a lack of quality basketball too. Coincidence? Perhaps. We’ve also enjoyed a lack of bloggotry. I’m sorry. I had two drafts, one for each week, but I couldn’t think of anything funny to write so I didn’t post either. I mean can one person write John Freeborn is dumb 19 different ways? Apparantly not.
Last week the game was a lovely, simple, 4 on 4 affair and I was the most sluggish I’d ever been. We started off 3 on 3 and even then I had no energy. This past week was unreal. I barely moved. I walked up the court every game. Don’t get me wrong, I still daggered in some three pointers, but christ was I slow moving.
I also managed to talk some trash on Christian’s behalf. I think I’ve mentioned my man crush on him in this blog before, but if I haven’t, let’s put it down here and now. Why not? Next week is the last game of the season, so it’ll only be awkward for 3 hours. Plus, I lived about 26 years in a state of awkward confusion, 3 hours is nothing. And I will be gone next season. As I’ve said I’m going to NYC, along with Nicky actually, next fall. Hopefully I’ll be back for one or two games. Though, I can’t see the league surviving without two of its heavy duty staples. We should get attendence awards. I hope you guys can last with out us.
Anyway, I’m getting off topic here. Christian is the best player in the AFBL by a long shot. He’s a great shooter, a player that hustles and most importantly a player that swings the ball. I don’t know if he’s an artist. I’m leaning towards, not. No offense pal, you just don’t seem artsy. That’s actually a compliment if you think about it and look around the AFBL. Does anyone really want to be lumped with Houser, Freeborn and Crazy Don? I don’t think so. And truth be told, I’m not an artist either. I’m just a dude.
The only thing lacking in Christian’s game is a moronic chest thumping overly confident mannerism. Since he severly lacks what I’ve built my entire AFBL career around I took up the slack and began shit talking on his behalf last week. Unfortunately I choose to shit talk against his close personal friend Haas. Haas could always respond with a steal or a shot in Christians face.
Thanks for making me look like an asshole Christian. To think I had a man crush on you!
HOUSER WATCH: Week 19, Arting it Up
Jimmy was absento last week. Hopefully he’ll make it for the finale. He’s busy at work preparing the gigantic painted bride gallery for his solo show “This Beating Heart Acts as a Timer” (of melodrama, nice title, you been listening to post rock? J/K LOL!). I know I’ve spent all year talking shit on our boy, but this show will be amazing. I haven’t seen anything, I haven’t been told anything, I just know that he’ll come through with something that will blow your mind. I highly endorse that everyone get to 230 vine st. between 5 and 7 this Friday. Go Jim!