Saturday, April 01, 2006

Sigh.

The dream is dead.

The Sonics Dance Team was eliminated yesterday. The Kings team, despite never getting more than 54% of any of their chest-to-chest matchups, advanced to the Finals, aka, "The Get Whupped by the Heat Dancers" round. (At last glance, the Heat were leading 82-18. This is ugly, embarassing and oddly hot. All at the same time.)

I blame Trisha. Her crazy eyes completely neutralized any advantage the Sonics team was gaining in girl-next-door points.

Go Heat.

And if y'all do win, remember who was behind you every step of the way.

4 Comments:

At 1:37 AM, April 01, 2006, Anonymous Jen Peterson said...

Tricia looks like a tranny.

 
At 1:42 AM, April 01, 2006, Blogger The Ford said...

Man, everyone's a tranny to you, eh, Freaklet?
Nine-inch heels? Tranny.
Crazy-eyed dance team member? Tranny...
Don't hate the tranny; hate the transmission.

 
At 1:56 AM, April 01, 2006, Anonymous Jen Peterson said...

Lately, everyone's a potential tranny. I can't help it, I'm a product of my environment. I see trannies at the gym, walking down the street...it's only natural.
And by the way, I posted that comment about 8.3 seconds ago. Your reply was frighteningly quick.
Glad to see that I got a mention in one of your most recent ramblings. But next time, if you could refer to me as the Chicago Designer Extraordinaire, that would be great. Thanks.

 
At 3:13 AM, April 02, 2006, Blogger The Ford said...

See, "Chicago Designer Extraordinaire Resident," you get The Ford all excited about visiting Chi-town, and then you go talking trannies. That's what you call a "mood-killer."

As for the response lag-time, you should know better than anyone how lame WOULDN'T he be waiting for a blog response?

 

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