Sorry. Honest. Didn't mean to do that. Maybe I imagine too much.
But I feel sorry for whatever team loses the NBA finals. Until I remember Damon Stoudamire's contract is $80,000,000.00 for five years. You can get through a lot of life with that. I don't know if he stays depressed very long. I sure wouldn't. Too much to do. I could plug 320 million meters.
It might "be" depressing. It might not. I don't know. It's change. They sold it for 30 million, and that's a mechanical fact that drives everything else. Big facto.
I can't feel too sorry for them.
It's the inevitability of it that's weird to me. Like a glacier.
I already got depressed, like mourning. And now I feel like, well, it's been wonderful, and I know and meet all these people. And even if we Yahoo, I have a feeling we might still be able to stay on together.
SI might be the best place on the net to meet people. That's encouraging. And next year Rambi is renting a beach house for everybody to stay in, in 3D, for consolation. All 500 of us. Heck! Cool.
But I'm not gonna talk about it any more, either.
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Did I tell you about the three legged dog who walked into the saloon?
He said,
"I'm looking for the guy who shot my paw." |
