Get 2 Choppin

Stand back because I am one pissed off hombre right now. We are so fighting when you are a volleyball coach at a scrimmage, I repeat a fucking scrimmage, and you after losing the first of the best of two are up in the second game by a large amount and it is game point in your fucking favor plus you have the serve and you call a god-blessed timeout. That is the stupidest waste of fucking time ever. You have the damn momentum and your dumb ass calls a timeout to what remind the girls that "oh yeah ladies we are at game point so, um, make sure you get the ball over the net on the serve." You are fucking genius coach oh yeah you are filled with a plethora of wisdom and did I fucking mention it is a scrimmage so on the ladder of does it really fucking matter, you fall just below playing a game of Texas Hold' em for half off coupons to the local hair salon and just above who's the first person taken in the wnba draft. Women's sports are like watching sports underwater. Fortunately for the fans at an underwater volleyball match they could drown themselves to get out of the misery.

Oh yeah this one also goes out to the ladies. As fellows all we ask for is one night at the bar where we don't have to listen to your stupid babbling and your usually poor choice in music. That night is usually monday and Monday Night Football. There is a reason we do not choose to watch the game with you and that is because we actually want to enjoy it. You can have friday and saturday and your jacked up price drinks. We want cheap beer and hopefully free food. So yes we do want to watch the game by ourselves that is why we go to a sports bar and no we do not want to hear anything but the game and the commentary. So If you find the urge to go to a bar on a monday and you walk in and every T.V. is on the game and there is a free buffet of build your own nachos or chili dogs and numerous fat guys are in football jerseys don't go sliding over to the juke box looking to drop ten dollars so you can listen to the latest song by Fatknee Spears. I don't care if you are drop dead georgeous (usually if you are going out on a monday to a sports bar I really don't have to worry that you are stunner in the looks department) but just get your fruity ass cocktail and if you want to listen to music bring your I-pod.

Oh yeah and if you do perchance happen to be stupid enough to drop ten dollars in the juke box and a bunch of guys call you a dumb slut or a stupid whore don't, I repeat don't walk over to their table and go all philosophical stoner and be like, "You guys ain't living with out the music man. What can't you watch the game without the commentary. You ain't feelin it, man. You don't know what your missing". I know that I want to be watching the game the way I want to watch it and not get a fucking philosophy lesson from some bitch that throws beyonce into the mix. Oh wise one oh buddha of enlightenment you are definitely on the right path. Shit maybe I should listen to some philosophy lesson from some booze hound it might make me a better person. Fuck that.