When my usually cynical friend gives some love to the Cavs, you know there's something afoot. Well, let's not go crazy about lavishing praise on King James or The Best Shooter in the Whole Wide World for his last second shot. Yeah, those guys helped, but the real key to victory was yours truly. Yesterday, I ate my son's bowl of Lucky Charms at breakfast. I hadn't had Lucky Charms for something like 30 years.
I hadn't planned to affect the outcome of the game. I was just hungry and those hearts, and moons, and clovers...well, they were just swimming around in some bluish milk amongst some of the other cereal stuff. I couldn't resist. Without thinking, I deprived my son of his nutritious breakfast, but it clearly was worth it. Hell, his mother probably gave him some toast or something. The shit I do to support my teams is amazing.
The only damn problem is that now the pressure is on for round two. "They're always after me Lucky Charms."
Saturday, May 06, 2006
The Cavs---Hey, let's not go overboard.
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I've heard that the frosted version of that cereal is magically delicious.
Okay, Vinny, you need to suck it up for the team. What's a little hypoglycemia to guarantee a win?
You're old school Vinny. Lucky Charms now has magic locks and don't forget forget about the diamonds.
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