Why do I bother blogging? What’s the point? How can I ever hope to live up to a line like this:
Come to think of it, that is pretty amazing. Instead of making jokes about how Keith Richards has no blood left in his body, or how Mick Jagger probably has Viagra injected directly into his veins, or how Ron Wood looks like one of those bodies that’s dug up by Dr. Michael Baden on HBO’s “Autopsy” show, shouldn’t we be admiring the fact that the Stones are still plugging away, when any of them could have fathered Julio Franco?
(On second thought … nahhhhhhhh.)
That was the great Bill Simmons writing on the fly while watching the Super Bowl. Do you know how long it took me to come up with, “…to watch four dried up old prunes prance their shriveled hides around the stage like escapees from a senior citizen rehab clinic.”?
Some have it, some don’t. Darn you Bill Simmons! Darn you to heck!