Last night the Utah Jazz basketball team got crushed by the LA Lakers. They have a great record this year, in fact they actually beat the Lakers earlier this year, highlighted by a massive dunk by little Ronny Price over a huge Lamar Odom. I think they should just quit. It was a bad loss. The team was shooting badly, their rebounds were in the toilet, and they could not defend the 75% shooting of the Lakers. I'm going to call the Miller's (owners) and tell them that they need to just give up. In fact in practice they should shoot the ball into the stands, practice moving screens, and maybe even sit in the middle of the floor picking off the finish. They are not worth anything now that they have lost. Deron Williams needs to never try to score again, he should always pass the ball to the other team and just basically give up.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
I had a dream...
Last night I had a dream that I was staging a rescue of a high profile prisoner. Everyone knew him, but he was held on bad charges and didn't belong in that harsh prison. He was to spend his life in there if I didn't rescue him. We had to get in disguise, hide, and scheme to get out of the prison. Once out, we faced an entire city who knew the prisoner and could stop us at any moment. As the dream evolved, the rescue team became me and my little family. The prisoner was my little Jake. Every situation was anxiety filled as I hoped Jake wouldn't blow our cover. Every person he talked to was a danger. Jake couldn't be trusted. He's just a kid. But he's a kid that would gladly sabotage our efforts and send us all to the firing squad depending on his attitude at that moment. I had to hope and pray that he wouldn't give away our cover or let things slip about our plan to escape. I was on pins and needles at all times. I had to constantly reassure Jake that we were on his side and that what we were doing was saving him. I followed him wherever people asked him to go to protect our mission. But how can I do it without arousing suspicion? The worry and anxiety over him was too much--so I woke up.
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