So the LaBron free agent circus is finally over. I mean, enough with LaBron.
Don't get me wrong, I like LaBron.
I like Basketball. I played it all my life. I have a hoop in my driveway.
I watch the NBA all season, but how much LaBron is too much?
The answer is, "The Decision." The decision was the name of the hour long special ESPN showed last night. It was on ESPN that LaBron announced which city he was going to falsely raise the hopes of.
While watching the show last night a few words popped into my head, namely, nauseated, painful, infuriating and over the top.
They call him King James. But he's not really a king, is he? I thought he might be with all the sucking up ESPN has done for the last few months.
I'm in Fourchon Louisiana, and because of that I ingested, for the first time in my life, a crowd favorite down here, yes, you guessed it. I ate crawfish.
Crawfish is a food I have shied away from for a few reasons, one of which is they look a lot like the crayfish I used to look for under rocks as a kid.
But the local guys down here, when talking about crawfish, seem to almost have a out of body experience, so I figured I'd give it a try. It was tasty.
And I'm alive to talk about it.
You know what they say,"When in Rome..."
Have you ever noticed that after a long day, and you finally get to go to bed, that when you lay down, and immediately realize you forgot your glasses, you get back up, locate your glasses and lay back down again, that it never feels as comfortable as it did when you first hit the sheets.
It's a fact, I've studied it.
I never thought I'd say these words, but I miss soccer. World Cup soccer was daily entertainment for me when I was home these last weeks.
The big game is Sunday, which I'll miss for a variety of uninteresting reasons.
The passion of the fans. The great acting by the alleged injured players. The complaining about the refs.
And those horns.
Four more years until the next World Cup.
They had me at Goooooooooooaaaaaaallllllllll.