For the second road game in a row, I have downloaded pictures in preparation of photoshopping CP stealing an opposing player’s soul, to illustrate the phrase ticktock likes to colloquially throw around from time to time. And for the second game in a row, the opposing team has not only beaten the Bees, but the player whose photo I downloaded to be CP’s victim, has actually been our downfall (Artest, Kidd). Thus, no picture. Dammit.
Well for god’s sake, don’t do it again!
PLUS. Remember what happened when I photoshopped DeShawn Stevenson!??
FIGHT THE URGE. FIGHT IT.
(And remember what happened the 3 other times there was an official Hornets viewing party. Stop having them. I’m just saying. 0-4. Christ.)
Yeah. Fuck the viewing parties. I’m up for good spirit and cheer and all that, but you guys are ruining the Hornets season. You get together, drink together, ogle the Honeybees, and extra air rushes out of the bar, only to force a car to turn down a sidestreet early, which then hits suddenly falling leaf, which is karmically connected to the tree, which has long roots and ages back in time two hundred years to the riverboats and birds flying along steamboats up the river, and now the fish swim differently, causing bears to swat at different times, slicing the atmosphere in nearly the same but completely different ways, and butterflies across the country flap their wings to a new beat, and suddenly years later the country is not the one we once knew and there are victories scored nationwide against a suddenly invigorated home team against a desperately and inexplicably listless Hornets team. All because you people thought you had a good idea. Well stop it.