no one's forcing you to watch. and you suck at metaphors bro, maybe next time (but prolly not).
I went to sleep last night tired and intoxicated. After a long and productive day, I was happy to snuggle away the day's worries in my warm and comfortable bed. But as I am known to do while waiting for unconsciousness to sign me off and permit me to start anew, I began contemplating the many facets of my existence. And when I arrived to my role as a member of this community, I couldn't help but become gripped by guilt. I was struck by the realization that the team's personnel are very real people who can, and some probably do, read what is being said about them on these forums.
And so I wondered whether I would call Jefferson Fat Al to his face. Of course I wouldn't. For one, I possess no where near that level of dickishness. Secondly, I couldn't be as fit as Al if my life depended on it. Does the fact he's a public figure make him, or others like him, fair game? I don't think so. His vocation is built upon fans' approval, and we do have the right to criticize any of the personnel, or even call for their removal. But the cussing and name calling I cannot justify. How can I casually call someone a turd as if they're fictional figures made up from the pixels you see on a screen? What does that say about my character? More importantly, what does it say about my perspective? I pride myself in being informed and thoughtful, but I allow something as inconsequential as basketball to subtract from who I am as a person.
Long story short, I have decided that I will do my best to refrain from name-calling whenever I am discussing a Jazz player. I will be civilized and keep the commentary relevant and constructive. And if you are a player that I have thoughtlessly insulted in the past, then you have my sincerest apology.
Disclaimer:
Exempt from this apology is Roger Braille and all its derivatives. Those are still hilarious.
As a side note, I've always hated how Timbaland, or whatever his name is, adds a beat to the background and all the sudden it's now "Timbaland ft. One Republic". If I was the band I'd be pissed.
I went to sleep last night tired and intoxicated. After a long and productive day, I was happy to snuggle away the day's worries in my warm and comfortable bed. But as I am known to do while waiting for unconsciousness to sign me off and permit me to start anew, I began contemplating the many facets of my existence. And when I arrived to my role as a member of this community, I couldn't help but become gripped by guilt. I was struck by the realization that the team's personnel are very real people who can, and some probably do, read what is being said about them on these forums.
And so I wondered whether I would call Jefferson Fat Al to his face. Of course I wouldn't. For one, I possess no where near that level of dickishness. Secondly, I couldn't be as fit as Al if my life depended on it. Does the fact he's a public figure make him, or others like him, fair game? I don't think so. His vocation is built upon fans' approval, and we do have the right to criticize any of the personnel, or even call for their removal. But the cussing and name calling I cannot justify. How can I casually call someone a turd as if they're fictional figures made up from the pixels you see on a screen? What does that say about my character? More importantly, what does it say about my perspective? I pride myself in being informed and thoughtful, but I allow something as inconsequential as basketball to subtract from who I am as a person.
Long story short, I have decided that I will do my best to refrain from name-calling whenever I am discussing a Jazz player. I will be civilized and keep the commentary relevant and constructive. And if you are a player that I have thoughtlessly insulted in the past, then you have my sincerest apology.
Disclaimer:
Exempt from this apology is Roger Braille and all its derivatives. Those are still hilarious.
how about they apologize for us.
for shining **** and calling it gold
while the diamonds are being left in the mud.
thats a metaphor
I went to sleep last night tired and intoxicated. After a long and productive day, I was happy to snuggle away the day's worries in my warm and comfortable bed. But as I am known to do while waiting for unconsciousness to sign me off and permit me to start anew, I began contemplating the many facets of my existence. And when I arrived to my role as a member of this community, I couldn't help but become gripped by guilt. I was struck by the realization that the team's personnel are very real people who can, and some probably do, read what is being said about them on these forums.
And so I wondered whether I would call Jefferson Fat Al to his face. Of course I wouldn't. For one, I possess no where near that level of dickishness. Secondly, I couldn't be as fit as Al if my life depended on it. Does the fact he's a public figure make him, or others like him, fair game? I don't think so. His vocation is built upon fans' approval, and we do have the right to criticize any of the personnel, or even call for their removal. But the cussing and name calling I cannot justify. How can I casually call someone a turd as if they're fictional figures made up from the pixels you see on a screen? What does that say about my character? More importantly, what does it say about my perspective? I pride myself in being informed and thoughtful, but I allow something as inconsequential as basketball to subtract from who I am as a person.
Long story short, I have decided that I will do my best to refrain from name-calling whenever I am discussing a Jazz player. I will be civilized and keep the commentary relevant and constructive. And if you are a player that I have thoughtlessly insulted in the past, then you have my sincerest apology.
Disclaimer:
Exempt from this apology is Roger Braille and all its derivatives. Those are still hilarious.