December 22, 2007
Originally published January 10, 2006
I went to watch my son play a basketball game tonight. I was very proud of him. He scored one-fourth of his team's points! Of course, he made only one basket in a 29-8 loss, but it sounds better if I say he scored 1/4 of his team's points.
His team is not very good. They've got no height, no speed, no good shooters (except for my boy--- he was 1 for 2 tonight, and that's 50% from the floor) no ball handlers, no rebounders and a coach who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. I think I could do a better job with those boys, but that's easy for me to say while sitting in the stands.
I also saw my ex-wife's next hostage tonight. Wow. The guy must be rich or hung like a horse, because he looks like Fido's ass to me. The skinny, bald-headed bastard appears to be older than I am, too. I'll bet he's dazzled by that young pussy, if you can call 40 year-old pussy young, and he probably does at his age. (I did when she was 28 and I was 40.) I just hope he's good to Quinton.
I'm going to watch my boy play again tomorrow night and I'm gonna try to take some pictures. I also plan to introduce myself to Jennifer's new victim beau. I'll be polite; I just want him to know who I am.
Poor guy. He doesn't know what he's getting into.
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