Oil get up 3-0. Hype train roles real hard. Kings bounce back to take it in 7, utterly humiliating the oil in front of their home town crowd. Jerseys are tossed, urinals are ignored and a chorus of E=NG reigns from the skies as McJesus is called to the heaven that is a trade request, only to have the pearly gates slammed when the 31 teams remember that championships require more divinity than halfhearted chosen ones.
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No, no…I’m not sloppy, or lazy. This is a sign of the boredom.
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