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notsopeacefulToday I learned that I am secretly a middle-aged man. I have ballpark hotdog heartburn - or possibly the local sports reporter is a jerk heartburn. That is: I was on the TV machine again! Without getting handcuffed!
The handcuffs will come tomorrow, after I see the sports jerk again.
What an ass. I knew from watching him with my dad that he was an ass with a big head - in both the literal and metaphorical senses - but he seemed nice enough in person, if considerably dumber than he appears on the sportscast. (Paul said he was staring at my chest, but Paul says that about everyone. I keep telling him that just because he has a thing for flat-chested tomboys doesn't mean the rest of the world does. Do they teach guys to be jealous in MCJROTC?) And then I saw the interview.
So now the entire Bay Area thinks I am a (male) juvenile delinquent who has AIDS and hates the A's. Fantastic. Wonderful. I am delighted beyond words, although words are what I fully intend to have with that big-headed sports moron tomorrow night. The AIDS thing and the j.d. thing from the other week, fine. Shoddy reporting, but my only complaint is the one about losing my car for two weeks. But to make me look like I hate the A's and am unsympathetic towards Canseco's plight from earlier this season? I will not stand for this. Paul thinks I'm overreacting and should be more upset about the AIDS thing than this, but this is baseball we're talking about. This is serious business. A little perceived slander never hurt anyone - well, not me personally - but you do not turn me into a caricature of a fair-weather A's fan. I've been loyal to them since I was first able to escape my father's pro-Angels brainwashing at age seven.
Maybe this does constitute slander.
The handcuffs will come tomorrow, after I see the sports jerk again.
What an ass. I knew from watching him with my dad that he was an ass with a big head - in both the literal and metaphorical senses - but he seemed nice enough in person, if considerably dumber than he appears on the sportscast. (Paul said he was staring at my chest, but Paul says that about everyone. I keep telling him that just because he has a thing for flat-chested tomboys doesn't mean the rest of the world does. Do they teach guys to be jealous in MCJROTC?) And then I saw the interview.
So now the entire Bay Area thinks I am a (male) juvenile delinquent who has AIDS and hates the A's. Fantastic. Wonderful. I am delighted beyond words, although words are what I fully intend to have with that big-headed sports moron tomorrow night. The AIDS thing and the j.d. thing from the other week, fine. Shoddy reporting, but my only complaint is the one about losing my car for two weeks. But to make me look like I hate the A's and am unsympathetic towards Canseco's plight from earlier this season? I will not stand for this. Paul thinks I'm overreacting and should be more upset about the AIDS thing than this, but this is baseball we're talking about. This is serious business. A little perceived slander never hurt anyone - well, not me personally - but you do not turn me into a caricature of a fair-weather A's fan. I've been loyal to them since I was first able to escape my father's pro-Angels brainwashing at age seven.
Maybe this does constitute slander.
