Searching for something to hate on: Lakers vs. Jazz.
Found it.
I know it’s not “Hater Tuesday” today, but I was overcome by the spirit. The whole Lakers/Jazz thing going on over on TNT stirred something in me. I was still at a loss as to who I would prefer to see emerge, and with the game momentarily preempted (at least on this television, tonight), I started searching for my lesser-of-two-evils option online. Now tied and in the fourth I have settled on a Strychnine martini over a Hemlock quesadilla. Go powder blue. I guess.
At least until Kirilenko’s dance-crew video surfaces in time for game six.
Turman
PS. Thanks to the ever-vigilant Rod Benson and his endless reservoir of Boom-Tho-Ness for bringing this microphone malfeasance (back) to my attention. I’m sure I saw this before, or at least knew about it, but my subconscious brain (ever the smarter one) had painlessly removed all recollection. And Tyra. Lord. With America’s Next Top Model momentarily interrupting the Lakers/Jazz game earlier for reasons better left unspecified, you have overrun my evening of hoops appreciation on multiple fronts. Congratulations. You. Have. Become. America’s. Next. Top. NBA. Interruption. And I ain’t forgot that you once dated C-Webb either. Make the jump for my brief ANTM recap.
In the season finale, Tyra, the mean-spirited Paulina Poritzkova, the unfriendly and pompous British photographer dude Nigel, and the aptly-monikered “Ms. Jay” selected a winner who actually looks like a normal woman. Well, at least in the no-eating-disorder sense. She even smiled occasionally. Her name is Whitney. It doesn’t undo the collateral damage done by this video, but it’s a start. She beat out a deserving one-time East African refugee and a vacuous blonde from Hawaii who sounded like she was from an undiscovered island off the coast of Iceland. In spite of Paulina’s unpleasant protestations a victory was won for the meat-on-bones crowd.
And in the time it took to say all that, the LakeShow has gone up three at the four-minute mark of the fourth. Sigh.
Holy crap! Was that Tyra Banks dancing to Kobe Bryant rapping? That’s proof positive right there that money can buy you airtime, but it can’t buy you skills.
Comment by matthewmeschery | 05.14.2008 | 11:09 pm
What it seems to buy you most of all is an absence of “no” men. Lately, I’ve been thumbing through a book called, “Dictator Style,” which is a fascinating coffee table book that chronicles the interior-decorating habits of the world’s most notorious dictators. Manuel Noriega’s Christmas Tree was the household equivalent of that video.
Comment by admin | 05.14.2008 | 11:51 pm
Did someone mention “hater”? Did someone mention “Kirilenko”?
Comment by Gd. | 05.15.2008 | 7:10 am
Kirilenko and his chick have an excuse, they’re Eastern Europeans - not known for their pop music. Kobe should know better. Oh wait, he did grow up in Italy. Maybe that’s the problem.
Comment by matthewmeschery | 05.15.2008 | 8:00 am
Damn you. That is the last time you squander valuable video resources in a comment. That is a post of its own Dolin!
Comment by admin | 05.15.2008 | 9:32 am