| 4:39 p.m. | Baseketball | 2003-01-23 |
| Reaped | last night. the game. 20,000 screaming fans packed into crescent city's arena to watch the hornets run down the wizards. from the top of the nosebleed seats the players look like ants. imagine stopping the game every 3 minutes of the clock for ESPN's commercial break. out come the Hornet Honeys, or "Horneys", to dance & jiggle & make my friend matt anxious. from the top of the nosebleed seats, they look like purple fleshy ants, but every guy's got a turn on, from what i hear. imagine this 20 dollar bill. watch it turn into chicken fingers and a large beer. and these skinny plastic bags they gave us when we arrived-- add air to them and they become "thunder stixs", or, skinny plastic bags filled with air that make a satisfying sound if you've a mind of a seven year old. go on, blow into it, it's not like the air hole looks vaguely clit-like, or the final product resembles a huge phallus with the words Hibernia & Hornets emblazoned on the shaft. and anyway, it makes a great noise, if you've the mind of a seven year old. and suddenly we're all seven as a fight breaks out on the court. imagine the crowd behind you screaming, 'instant replay! instant replay!', as the towel boys wipe up the sweat and blood. imagine half time. think of the logistics of cramming 15,000 nicking fans into a smoking area of 10 square feet. imagine the beer man spilling ice on your pants. now imagine a wind chill of 27 degrees F. done smoking yet? thought so. look around the stadium. there's a light show of commercials, jeers and cheers running the circumference. the game stops again, the Horneys bust a move, Aucoin jewelers does "Dance for your diamonds". I beat my thunder stix in rapt enjoyment, as a fanatical dude down on the floor does a pole dance for some rocks. now the game's almost over. imagine praying to the car-gods that little ruby vroom is ok on perdido. imagine a bunch of drunk frat boys asking why such a hot cunt is with such an ugly dude. imagine ignoring them & laughing as one is busted for public urination. imagine the car is ok but for a significant lack of heady shmoke...then imagine i'm not using the word imagine.
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