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lynx win 78-73

Because there isn’t a TV station around that’ll televise WNBA games on a regular basis, I’m listening to the Lynx/Monarchs game through WNBA.com. It’s been a while since I’ve watched a basketball game on TV, and I don’t remember ever listening to one on the radio. I’m not sure who the announcer is on this game; I just know that I envy his career. These are my favorite sports cliches he’s used so far:

• Oh, it’s all cotton now!
• The officiating crew not exactly on top of it tonight.
• Let’s play a little game called “Which is the home team?” (because the officiating is once again shit.)
• You’ve got to be kidding me.
• You’re going to call a ticky-tack foul. That is a bad call.
• Minnesota isn’t able to do anything without the whistling being blown.
• And during a radio break? “For more information, call lynxbasketball.com.”
• Be proud of the Lynx tonight! (Oh, hell, yes, I always am!)

I hate hate hate blaming officiating for anything that goes wrong in any sporting event, because it just seems like a cop out for a team that maybe hasn’t played very hard or maybe threw away some last minute opportunities.

With the final tally being 25 fouls by the Lynx and only 15 by the Monarchs, it just seem fishy. If you take into consideration that probably five of those fouls were called in the last two minutes when the Monarchs were trying to send the Lynx to the free throw line and save some points, it becomes even more questionable. It it were maybe 10 fouls by Kristen Mann and the other 15 by Vanessa Hayden, then I might believe it – but it doesn’t work that way when one of those two people isn’t even playing this year. Luckily, the Monarchs were entirely off their free-throw shooting game, or we would have lost the game based on trips to the charity stripe*. And it wouldn’t have been the first time.

WHEW. Go Lynx. Two in a row. Keep it up, yo.

On another note, Tuesday is the last day of our 3rd quarter at work. Normally, I’d roll with it. But I just really wanted to go to the Lynx Go Pink event that evening.

*I had to throw in one sports-related cliche from my newspaper writing days.

black snake moan? nearly the worst ever

I knew I’d be staying in today, so I swung by my favorite new thing ever – Redbox. It’s the whole movie rental vending machine that costs a buck a day, and you can’t really beat that. I picked up Black Snake Moan, because I wanted to give Justin Timberlake a third chance with his acting skills after Alpha Dog and Edison both made me want to vomit. My short review? I still kind of want my $1 back, because it wasn’t even worth that. Maybe I’d be happy with maybe a 37 cent refund.

J.T., former love of my life, you need to stick to one thing, son, and acting in movies is not it. Dressing up like an egg? Feel free to do that any old time. Feel the need to glue on some horrible facial hair and stick your genitals in a box? I’m okay with that, too. And of course you can bring Sexy Back whenever you need to.

I just really, really wish you’d stop throwing yourself into movies that have big name actors and hoping they’ll greatness and/or top billing will make you an awesome actor. It ain’t happenin’. Ever.

oh comcast. how you suck.

Last night, I was in the middle of writing a nice post about the awesome service I got while shoe shopping at Run N Fun yesterday, when I decided to call Comcast (a.k.a. the piece of shit company I use for my internet access and cable TV) and find out why my connection has been so flaky ever since I switched over to my new computer. I was thinking maybe it was a Vista setting or something, because it worked absolutely fine up until switching over.

Before I called, though, I decided to try their new online support. I can’t remember the idiots name that ended up helping me, but he claims to have rebooted my modem. I’m not Comcast Top Notch Internet Support Representative, but I’m pretty sure that when you reboot a modem, there should be an interruption in one’s internet connection. And since that never happened, I greatly doubted the ability of the guy that was trying to fix things. I ended up telling him the online chat tool was the most unproductive mode of assistance I’ve ever used, and he replied “Thank you for choosing Comcast!” So, I called in for help.

Ben, the giant douche who answered the phone, once again helped me through a modem reset, which I’d already done 3 times on my own. And once again, it didn’t work. While Ben and I were waiting for my computer to reboot, he tried to pitch me an upgrade to digital cable. When I told him I’d had digital cable for three weeks, but then disconnected it because I didn’t have the patience and neither Tivo or Comcast were able to assist me with making sure it could run alongside my boyfriend Tivo. After shooting him down three times, I finally shut him up by telling him there was no way in hell I’d be purchasing anything additional from Comcast when the products I was currently paying for didn’t even work. And then I didn’t even care about my internet connection anymore, and I just hung up on him, because JESUS. If I wanted to buy something, I would have asked for the sales department at 11:30 p.m. on a Saturday night. (Anger management issues? No, not me!)

It’s probably a router issue, but since Comcast tells me that any connection problem at all is because of the router, they’re not going to be banging down my door to help me figure it out. Times like these make me nearly furious that there aren’t other cable/internet options in my area.

On a completely different subject, I was supposed to go on a 15 mile walk today to train for The 3 Day, but some drama unfolded that made me not want to participate in said training walk, so I’m going to do my best to get some laundry clean around here. There’s only so many times you can wear a pair of cargo shorts before washing them, especially when you have a dog around that sheds enough tiny white hairs to make a nice winter jacket.