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Friday, 31 October 2003
My family vs. the Entemann's Corp.
You know how all these lard asses sue McDonald's because they didn't know that the triple-bacon cheesburger was fattening? ("It is?," said one obese McDonald's lover. "This is an outrage!") I'm going to sue the Entemann's Corporation over the stuff they sell. I've been known to eat a box of the rasberry danish thingy that is like a foot-long. My wife told me she ate a whole box of little Entemann's donuts the other day. She's skinny so she can get away with it. Damn you, Entemann's, damn you!

Posted by brettdavey at 11:59 AM EST
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Lame Ass
I know there are only like three people who know about my blog and I'm such a lame bastard for not posting all week. Uhhh, my kid was sick. How's that? Actually, one good thing about having a kid is you can use him to get out of stuff by saying, "The baby's sick." That's not to say there aren't like a million other good things about having a kid, but that is just one. But he was actually sick. So I'm back, posting on this lame ass blog. To my three friends who know about it, thank you for being patient. And did I mention my kid was sick?

Posted by brettdavey at 11:56 AM EST
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Monday, 27 October 2003
Last night's debate
The Democratic debate was on Fox last night and was hosted by the Black Congressional Caucus. I'm still trying to figure out Fox' diabolical motives for hosting this debate. Actually, the "reporter" from Fox was probably the fairest of the reporters. Gwen Ifill from PBS asked a bunch of questions that bordered on rude and the other panelist, an anchor from a local Detroit station, threw some bombs of his own. He seemed more interested in promoting his views than asking questions. He was impressive in a professional newsman kind-of-way and had this awesome moustache that was jet black even though his hair was salt-and-pepper. It was a pretty raucous debate with the crowd cheering like they were at "Showtime at the Apollo." As usual, Sharpton got in the best one-liners and Lieberman acted like a genuine turd. My boy Clark held his own, but to be honest, I thought John Kerry did better than everyone else. Kerry actually looked well-rested. Since he normally looks like an extra from the "Thriller" video, that's not saying much, but he definitely seemed livelier than usual.

Posted by brettdavey at 2:06 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 27 October 2003 2:08 PM EST
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Body hair
My post-concert report: I went to the Paul Weller concert on Friday night. He used to be in The Jam and the Style Council and he has a cult following. On the way there, my friend Craig, who was driving, kept picking at the hair in his ears. Not that it's very long, but he kept at it, and when he would get ahold of one, he'd yank it. He kept this up for about 10 miles until I felt like killing him. At the concert, I itched my nose and felt a hair coming out of my nose that seemed to be the size of a piece of licorice. I tried to subtly yank it, kind of noodling around my nose until I could grasp it. Finally, I got it and yanked it out. It was about an inch long. I know this is all disgusting, but I share it for this reason: maybe when you reach a certain age, you should stop going to concerts.

Posted by brettdavey at 1:58 PM EST
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Friday, 24 October 2003
Old man at a concert
I'm leaving work shortly to go to a concert in Boston. When I was a kid, I would have been thinking about who is going to buy the beer and where we were going to go after the concert. Now, I'm hoping I can get home and in bed by midnight. I remember going to the Live Aid concert in Philly; I guess the year was 1984. That was the whole "Feed The World" thing organized by Bob Geldof. We weren't thinking about feeding the world. We were thinking about having fun. We piled into a car, drove to the stadium, partied like rock stars and then drove home. I used to go to so many concerts. My first concert? The Bee Gees. I thought it was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. In September, I got a call from my old boss who had two free tickets to Springsteen at Fenway Park. I couldn't take them because my wife's birthday was the same day. It kind of killed me, but on the flip side, I got to spend the day with my wife and kid and you know what? That kind of rocked too.

Posted by brettdavey at 2:58 PM EDT
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Thursday, 23 October 2003
Accidental bad parenting
Two nights ago, I decided to cut my hair at about 10 p.m. I keep my hair really short, about 1/2 inch at the most. I was going into the bathroom with the electric razor and my wife said, "That's not such a good idea. The baby's sleeping." Our five month old son's room is right next to the bathroom. I said, "No problem. It won't wake him up." And the razor didn't wake him up. It was the sound of a small metal wastebasket falling off the sink that woke him up. I put the basket there to catch the hair and it fell from it's four foot perch to land with a crash to rival a small bomb. Of course, it was followed by much screaming from the baby. This morning, I decided to bring a little toy I bought in New Orleans to work with me. It's a small, hand held thing with buttons. When the buttons are pushed, Mr. T's voice come's out. When I picked up the toy, I accidentally hit a button, of course, right when I was walking by my sleeping son. The next thing I knew, Mr. T growled, "QUIT YOUR JIBBER-JABBER!" (There are six different Mr. T sayings on the toy.) That's what a sleeping baby wants to hear, of course. The next thing I knew, "WAAAAAH!" I'm not a bad father, but I guess I am as dopey as most other Dads.

Posted by brettdavey at 9:29 AM EDT
Updated: Friday, 24 October 2003 3:00 PM EDT
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Wednesday, 22 October 2003
My Republican friends
I was leaving my job yesterday with a friend of mine who is a Republican and I happened to run into another friend of mine who is also a Republican. I introduced them, saying "Just so you don't think I have only one Republican friend." and one of them said, "If you want to keep paying higher taxes, go ahead." It's sad but true, but all these people ever think about is taxes. And the funny thing is since Bush cut so much funding to states, cities, and towns, your local taxes are going up thanks to GW Bush. That is way too complicated for most these people. Oh yeah, enjoy the $222 you got back. Your kids and grandkids don't mind paying for it.

Posted by brettdavey at 7:45 AM EDT
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Watching MTV and VH1 is good for you
I have about six tons of brain damage from watching all those reality shows on MTV and the "I Love The 70's...80's" shows on VH1. Last night, I watched "I Love The 80's", "The Real World" and started to watch "Newlyweds" before I realized how brain dead I was becoming. I started to actually care what happened in these shows! That's when I went to bed. I'm all finished with these shows. I will never watch again. (By the way, if you happened to see the end of "Newlyweds", let me know what happened.)

Posted by brettdavey at 7:41 AM EDT
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Tuesday, 21 October 2003
Goodbye, 'Toine. Hello, Raef?
The Boston Celtics are my favorite team. I've stuck with them when they sucked pre-Bird and when they sucked post-Bird. As they've moved into a new era, I've been impressed with the scrappiness of both Paul Pierce and Antoine Walker. And as much as he drives me crazy with his shot selection and whining to the refs, Antoine is my favorite player. (It's sort of like favoring a kid who is always in trouble.) Still, I wasn't too crushed when they traded him yesterday. I agree with Danny Ainge's assesment (spoken or unspoken) that the Celtics will never win a championship with Walker as a cornerstone. If they were somehow able to land another All-Star player and Walker was the third wheel, they might have a shot. I think the plan is a long-term one that frees up money for next year and I think they see another player in the deal -- 6-foot-7 guard Jiri Welsch -- as a potential star. Soooo, having said all that, I'll miss Antoine and the wiggle and his oversized head and everything else. But in the end, I think this move will work out for the Green.

Posted by brettdavey at 3:48 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 21 October 2003 3:50 PM EDT
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Monday, 20 October 2003
Why girls are harder to coach than boys
I'm coaching 4th, 5th, and 6th grade girls basketball again this year. The major difference between coaching boys and girls is that boys don't play with each other's hair when they are in a layup line. That's what my girls did last year. They would reach up for the hair of the girl in front of them and play with it until it was their time to take a layup. I bet Rick Pitino never had to tell his team: "No playing with the hair of the person in front you."

Posted by brettdavey at 1:23 PM EDT
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