Some college girl takes a nude picture of herself intending to sext it to her boyfriend. Oops. Wrong address. It goes to her dad. Realizing the mistake, her idea of damage control is to start tweeting about it. Idiot.
Some dude in Washington state just had to be amongst the first in line when recreational pot was legalized. Just one problem. His boss saw him on TV, made him take a drug test -- which he failed -- and now the guy's out of a job. Here's an idea. Wait a couple days until the reporters and cameras go away. Hello? Moron.
Stan Van Gundy was hired by the Detroit Pistons as not only head coach, but president of basketball operations. He's got the front office covered from top to bottom. But then he hired a general manager. Who's reporting to who and just exactly what are this GM's responsibilities? Nobody seems to know. If that wasn't dumb enough, Stan just hired an assistant GM to help out the other guy, who will apparently do nothing, but cost a lot of money. This is starting to sound like the federal government, not an NBA franchise. Relatively new billionaire owner Tom Gores must have a few million bucks he doesn't care about. Either that, or he's not paying attention. Even the mega-rich can do dumb things sometimes.
Another dude's body was just recently discovered on Mont Blanc in the Alps after having been frozen in the ice for 32 years? Sounds like a cold case to me.
A former Harry Potter movie villain keeled over and died from heat stroke while hiking in Death Valley? Wow. Now there's a hot story.
Wide receiver Calvin "Megatron" Johnson of the Detroit Lions thinks they can go to the Super Bowl this year? Maybe he's been spending a little too much time out in the heat as well. Quick, somebody rehydrate this guy. The poor soul has become delirious. Yet, to be fair, CJ is hardly the first to fall into the trap. Millions have preceded him in and around Detroit over the decades. Partake of the Honolulu blue and silver kool-aid a leee-tle bit too long, and the madness will turn the best of minds into mush.
Johnson needs to come to grips with his destiny. If he spends his entire career with the Lions (and it looks like he might, because they have him under contract through the 2019 season, at which time CJ will be 35 years old -- a ripe old age for an NFL wide receiver), he's going to be like Ernie Banks, the late Tony Gwynne, Dan Marino, and the Utah dynamic duo of John Stockton and Karl Malone. A great player, and the Hall of Fame likely awaits him several years down the road. But like the greats mentioned above remained loyal to their teams throughout their careers, he'll never know what it feels like to be a champion. Some things for some players for some teams in some towns just aren't meant to be.
The Motown football kool-aid is very good at dumbing down the masses, and even working them into a fever pitch every year as the season starts, but it doesn't change reality. To think otherwise is, well, like lemmings getting in line for the exciting march up the hill. Problem is, the ending is always the same -- and it ain't good.
But despite all the dumb things going on, there are occasional flashes of brilliance. Consider the following bumper sticker recently spotted ---
Don't drink and park. Accidents cause people.
Makes sense to me.......
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