I'm Down

The Thunder. Clay, your rich. But your really stupid and outta touch. The 89'ers woulda been cool. Like Sam Schulman you'll crumble. Like Paul Allen, billionaire crumbled, a few years back. My job is sweating and selling falafel. I don't get a bailout. Ironic that my falafel stand is across from the WORST Starbucks in the nation! And, you conservative honks don't even know. I may crumble someday, but the Star Bucks tell these kids, oh, and people my age, around 50, that they have a chance to keep they're jobs. We'll all transfer as 600 stores close and they launch a new smoothie line and put kids on the corner handing out 2 oz samples of their new smoothie line. And new image. Oh, yeah...this is a Blazer blog.

 So I'll start with this. Got the 1/2 season tix pack here in Blazermania. I'm psyched. And growing up in a 60's divorced family put me in Seattle. When I was 8, I watched the Pilots go, baseball, 1969...Seattle. You can go to a Lowe's I think...and step on home plate of Sicks Stadium. Who cares again about the Mariners? You will if they leave. Look at Tampa Bay. Oh, they have a farm system. All you rich people who own and threaten a city for not doing your bidding, fuck you. Sell your soul. I can't tack on a fuel surcharge for my sandwich, nor get bailed out if I fail.

 Blazers are something to deal with. Stern can bite me. He protects and gives to who pays. Katrina brought Stern & Bennett together. You outsourced your league bitch. And I truly believe the ref scandal is bigger that Dick a Hay. Ask Sacramento...oh, it's only SAC. I figure the law of averages and allow a % for discrepancies.

 Fuck you Clay...billionaire Bush boy who gets what he wants. I grew up watching privileged. Beating rich kids with their own tennis courts. Beverley Hills High School with Kelly Jones and a fleet of limos to take you to their houses. When they had like 2 courts on campus. We were Newport Harbor and we got on a yellow school bus for every match. At least we played public school. Intimidation by the rich is a ploy. You didn't play at a school, you went to people's homes and maids served you lemonade. That was 1978 and nothing has changed. Don't be intimidated. An American will kill you before an Iraqi or any other. I'm a street vendor, trust me. Oh wait, trust Bush. I don't get a bailout. You buy into this you get what you deserve.

 Paul Allen, supposedly losing his ass with the T Blazers a few years back. Threats/ NO. They will win. I had a beer with Gates (at the Brooklyn in SEA) where I was a chef in 92. Didn't even know it was him. Till everyone told me. I was too busy drinking to forget that i had to come back again the next day to a bunch of coke sniffing, do nothing loozers. I wonder where they are now? Thanks for the Hefe Bill G. Then I saw you tear apart a gazillion sq miles right as I guess I was lucky enough to have you buy me a beer. Oh, did I mention I drank like 3 shots and 2 beers with OJ at LasBrisas in Laguna beach in 82? Nobody speaks about his yrs in Laguna, FUCKING every blonde and movin' on. But fuck, he was the nicest guy and he bought me the shit. I worked there, before YouTube. He was arrogant but so am I, I just played collegiate tennis. I liked Billy Paultz alot better, the ABA center who hung with us all at Main Beach. Look em up. I'm going to sleep.

 I live the life of loving winning over somebody that sucks his own gravy. Made by his family and spit down his throat like regurgitated worms. I'm accountable. RU? Ocean life extinct by 2040. If we continue. You want your newborn in this? It's a new world. Celebrate not having kids. Show some love to your earth mother. Believe in REAL science. And no, you don't have restless leg syndrome. If you can't get a woody, try psychology.  Don't do Viagra. Quiet, it's just Portland talking. We don't matter, like New Orleans or you. I'm going local, how bout you?

 J Bay looks great in SUM league, eh? Real Blazers and just that. NOT. You read this as we get ready for the biggest election to ever come our way. Like I said, politics and hoops. On rare occasions. Red n Black c'min at ya.