Noche Latina NBA
The NBA is in the midst of the worst sports promotion of my lifetime, and it will last a month. It's called Noche Latina. Noche Latina means Latin Night, which is odd, because the promotion lasts one month, 31 nights to be exact. I guess they didn't feel like looking up "month" in an English-Spanish" dictionary. And extending their Taco Bell Spanish, teams wear jerseys which feature their team name, only in Spanish. Except it's not really Spanish. For example, tonight, the Miami Heat were the Spanish equiqo del noche. So their jersey said "Calor de Miami"? Nope. They said, "El Heat." El Heat. One more time, El Heat. The jerseys look like something you'd find a street vendor selling in Honduras. "Si, es autentico! El Heat!"
image courtesy of espn.com
posted by ryanconnercomedy at 10:56 PM
1 Comments:
Ryan.
I want to know if this is Blog worthy. I don't think anyone cares anything about what I have to say and this started off as an email to my boss about the shitty attitudes with the people that work for me. Thoughts? Criticisms?
Scott
There’s a scene in “Fight Club” where Ed Norton’s character is sitting on a plane describing the monotony of his life…”You wake up in Dallas, O’Hare, JFK, etc”. What it boils down to is someone that is so bored by his position in this world and the prospects of nothing happening to alter that effect, that he is literally daydreaming of the night another 747 crashes into his plane, so he can escape his misery in a quick and efficient fashion.
I understand that line of thought. No, I am certainly not suicidal, but a nice car accident or a wild gunmen coming into the bank while I am there and putting a bullet in my back right shoulder would not be so bad would it? Maybe I could catch up on some sleep afterall. The problem I see with Americans and our mental makeup begins with a strange sense of “I am going to do whatever is possible just to get by”. I see it EVERY DAY with the people I work with. They are drones that get up, make their coffee, go to their computer, read email, respond to the ones that they know the answers to immediately and can defend, ignore the ones that they are being called out on and hope to slide below the radar on, and then go about their days as if their jobs are 4th or 5th on the heirarchy scale of importance in their lives. Just a note: Your family is 98% more likely to depend on your income as a source of sustenance, so you may want to put that into perspective before you try to sneak off for a quick 9 with the guys at your country club.
I am appalled at the lack of commitment by today’s workforce. Specifically when it comes to looking at the state of our economy. People should wake up wanting to give the good Lord a blow job solely based on the fact they have a job. I know I do. As miserable as I am in what I do and the people I am surrounded with (see the movie Office Space for a lesson in the workings of an office or Glengarry Glen Ross), I am smart enough to understand that, like pussy, jobs don’t grow on trees. If they did, we would be rich men that were never horny. By the way, how funny would it be if pussy grew on trees? I picture little vaginas all over the fox tail palm in my neighbors yard. I walk out to wash the car, and I see him out harvesting. “Hey Steve. What’s going on?”. “Oh nothing, just out here trying to get all of this ripe pussy before it goes bad……..” But I digress.
If we are really the proud country of opportunity and freedom that has long defined our borders, then why are we so capable of slacking off into a state of contentment when there are people on the streets of New York with signs that read, “MIT Grad. Jobless, Homeless, and Willing to work for less than I am worth”? Do you people understand there are so many others out there that are hungrier than you? That are more qualified than you? That can do your job better on Day 1 than you can after 20 years of tenure? Wake up people. The state of the economy is obviously attributed to foul ups by previous Presidential administrations, but I can tell you as a consumer myself, I am petrified to think that some of you fucking morons are in the positions you are in to control a lot of variables that could contribute to a recovery. Call my the cynic, but I see it every single day I boot up my computer and come to work. Most of you are worthless and do not deserve what you have even though your sense of entitlement tells you otherwise. Again, wake up people. Act like you give two shits, and I will jump on your personal bandwagon. Until then, I hope the next business trip you’re on includes a connection through Dulles that meets another asshole’s business trip from Regan National and you live out Ed Norton’s fantasy of colliding with eachother in mid-air. Afterall, you deserve eachother.
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