As I get ready for yet another round of surgery today, here's what I've been paying attention to in the news.
The Celtics left no question about who was the best team in the NBA this year. It wasn't my Lakers. Maybe next year, with a healthy Kobe, a healthy Bynum and maybe a defensive stopper via free agency. For this season, the only question left to be answered is whether the Celtics are going to give Kevin McHale a championship ring.
If you love to follow conspiracy theories about the NBA and you point to the Kings losing game 6 to the Lakers in 2002 as the most obvious evidence, don't read this article by OC Register columnist Mark Whicker. It'll kill your buzz.
Stanford cost another #1 team a national championship this year. This time, it was Miami. I don't feel so bad this time.
You know how to tell whether a pregnant lady is going to be a great mom? Me, neither. But I know how to tell she's going to be a crappy mom: she was one of the under-16 crowd who vowed to do whatever it took, including sleeping with 24-year-old homeless guys, so they could all have babies together during high school. No husbands, no earning ability, no education, no maturity, no judgment, no common sense, no parenting skills. Those poor babies.
PSA: If you are a reporter who gets lucky enough to get assigned to cover three murders that you actually committed, be sure to limit the subject of your articles to facts that the police have publicly released. If you include a couple of details known only to the killer, and you are bound to get caught.
Just when you thought that the Westboro Baptists couldn't be more offensive, they decided to picket Tim Russert's funeral. The world would be a better place if it was legal to punch these asshats into the dirt.
If you like socialized medicine, apparently there is already a great place for you to live right here in the United States. State officials in Oregon "have offered a lung cancer patient the option of having the Oregon Health Plan, set up in 1994 to ration health care, pay for an assisted suicide but not for the chemotherapy prescribed by her physician." We're afraid we can't approve your doctor's chemo prescription for your lung cancer, but can we interest you in some assisted-suicide medication?
The usual collection of lawyer haters are screaming about this latest dumb lawsuit, a scratched cornea personal injury lawsuit brought by a traffic cop who apparently stretched her g-string in ways a g-string should not be stretched and had a metal piece fly off and into her eye. She missed several days of work and even, gasp, had to take a topical steroid to cure the injury, and now she's going to affected for life. She seems fine now, and has no problems a little money in an undisclosed amount couldn't resolve. The plaintiff's lawyer, Jason Buccat, is catching a lot of heat, but people should cut the boy some slack. He's only been a lawyer for a month. And he's a Bruin. He'll get better.
The current gas crisis is calling the 1970s to mind for a lot of folks. Let's hope it doesn't bring with it a nostalgic revival of 1970s music sucktitude. Bread, Mac Davis, Glen Campbell, Captain & Tennille, Harry Chapin, Chicago, John Denver, Dan Fogelberg, Gordon Lightfoot, Loggins & Messina, Barry Manilow, Michael McDonald, The Osmonds, Linda Rondstadt, Seals & Crofts, Carly Simon. Ugh, the only thing worse that gas at $5 a gallon is gas at $5 a gallon with utter crap playing on your car stereo.
The doctors told me to bring a CD for the post-op recovery room. I'm bringing the Cure's Disintegration and that new Vida something or other from Coldplay.
You don't like the '70's? I can't believe it. I know you are a closet Bee Gees fan.
Posted by: Cranky Greg | June 23, 2008 at 15:48