…except we won’t tell him he’s writing a sitcom. We’ll tell him he’s scripting a new drama about the cutting-edge issues surrounding the NFL. What he comes up with, however, will be knee-slapping, full-force hilariousness of untold proportions.
This must be how Michael Phelps felt after winning gold medal numero ocho at the Beijing games. Because I’m exhausted. Of watching Olympic sports. And I somehow have six more days to go. How in the Sacramone can I keep going?
This morning, I got a salient reminder on why I won’t miss the W. presidency. No, I didn’t fill up my car with $3.70 gas. And no, another classmate from high school didn’t die in Iraq. This realization occurred when MSNBC broke in on their Olympic coverage to televise Bush’s feelings (thoughts? missives?) on the Russia-Georgia conflict. And, believe it or not, it comes down to those who like freedom and those who don’t. Shocker.
