Mumbai Multitasking
It's official: the Giants are so good they're boring; I yearn for the days of Butch Woolfolk (that was exciting football, in 1983 Woolfolk set the record for rushing attempts in a game-- 43), but I am getting a lot of reading done during the games . . . yesterday I finished Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger-- a first person tale of corruption, entrepeneurship, amorality and perserverance in the jungle of the modern Indian dream: and I give it nine rickshaws out of ten.
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I'll take the boring but consistent Giants over the unstable, inconsistent and anxiety inducing Giants of years past. The Gmen can sacrifice efficiency for excitement with no complaints from me.
you miss my irony-- they are SO good and so dynamic and varied on offense that the games aren't even fun to watch: i'm ready for the play-offs . . .
Is that irony?
oooh, look at us, we're sooo awesome.
asshat.
look-- i'd rather they weren't quite so good and the games were more interesting-- i thought the whole plaxico burress thing would take care of that, but apparently not. i'm rooting for entertainment.
If a video came out of Plaxico shooting himself, then we'd have some truly entertaining footage.
What kind of idiot puts a gun in his pants? Seriously.
Asshat.
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