Monday, February 14, 2005

A lot of you may be asking, if you care enough to give the very best, who the fuck gives even half a rat’s asshole about the los angeles clippers? And you would be correct in the fact that prolly more people care about the geological structures of outer Mongolia, even the ones that only goats live in, more than the fate of southern california’s second-tier professional basketball team.

But the deeper question, the higher order, lies in the fact that they are not simply a team, one of 30 I believe, in some country’s that thinks it’s the best at everything pro game league, it’s the ideal that they are supposed to never win anything and what happens if they someday do? And it’s even more the hidden mystery of they are not even #1 in their own town. Think about it. I mean, if the Kansas city royals were to win the world series, it’s a safe bet to think they’re the fave of everybody in that town, but if the clips somehow win, they not only beat out the rest of the league, but their crosstown rivals, who play in the same arena, who won 3 titles in a row not more than a few years ago.

It is only when you look at it from that perspective and add a little bit of brown sugar and cinnamon to the mix, plus your own ideas about the free world’s spinning axis, that you begin to understand that it is just so so so vital that the clippers make the playoffs this year. Not just for me. Not just for them. Not just for, fuck, I don’t know, little Timmy with the baboon’s heart at the Christian medical center, I mean, we’re trying to balance karma and possibly thereby, although no one will really know it, save all creation from some form of cosmic imbalance, in the process preventing total Armageddon.

And just to keep you posted, they’ve lost 5 in a row yet are mysteriously only 3 games back of the 8th & final west playoff spot, still occupied by the infidel lakers. Believe, children. Santa claus is only oh so real.

Later I might spill a special valentine’s day edition leak from the master thesis, which seems to be currently in a state of depressingly static hibernation. I’ve kind of been working more on editing a bunch of blog shit for this blog book I’m thinking about blublishing.

Oh and speaking of which I finally got to check out anti’s blook. It’s bad to the bone. Believe it. Like, a real book. Just like pinnochio when he finally dumped the strings. Except totally not.