1) The Rocket inches a little closer to retirement today with his announcement he is ready to begin his personal service contract with the Houston Astros. Personal services contracts are documents that turn hall of fame players into mascots and concierges for the professional ball clubs they used to play for. Nolan Ryan is a classic example. You can't go three feet without Nolan Ryan representing the Astros at some community event such as a used car lot or the grand opening of the new Golden Corral. Happy retirement, Roger. You will love spending so much time with your hookers, er um, I mean family.
2) In Texas just can't get over itself...again news some jerkoff is crying in his milk because the political office he held which had no duties whatsoever was abolished. Back in the day, and by day I mean when cattle rustling was a major concern, the office of hide and animal inspector was created to help prevent Snidely Whiplash from tying Sweet Nell to the tracks or Doc Holiday from coughing bits-o-lung on someone's food. Why is Texas so fucking full of itself that it keeps the hide inspector around until 2007, no matter if the duties were abolished in '03. I hate Texas.
3) The Archdiocese of Boston really, really, needs to get together and revamp their background check process.
Well, that's about it. It's just like Hunter S. Thompson said, "I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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