Another round of letters
Dear Bob Lutz,It's a proGRAM, not a proGRUM. Learn the language, because you're on a freaking talk radio show. I'll buy you the dictionary myself.
Thunks,
RJ
Dear Jordan,
It's taking all my self control to not drive over to your station and hack you into itty bitty bits. Oh, that's right. I can't drive because that worthless brake job you did, finally bit me in the ass.
Stuck writing letters,
Rusty
Dear People Who Stand At The Rail And Block Our View Of The Entire Court,
MOVE!
Wondering what's going on in the game,
Rusty
Dear KSHSAA,
First of all, who is the massive moron that designs the bracket page for each program? It's called a map, genius. Are the people that put the city locators on the map of Kansas a team of monkeys with cut out letters, rubber cement and a giant map of Kansas in a room? It has to be inhuman because even a blind person could get a city within 100 fuckin' miles of their actual location.
Second of all, it's time to pull your heads out of your collective asses. Rethink the playoff system so that you don't strand three of the top teams in the state because they're in the same substate when all you care about is getting 8 teams, rather than the top 8 teams. Look at a record dumbasses.
Shaking my head in disbelief,
Me
Dear Annoying Andover Yuppie Parents,
The cries of "Call the Ambulance" were quite overdone. If you didn't notice, (and how could of you, because you, wife, were too busy checking your camera and you, husband, were too busy videoing your son doing nothing except missing a free throw OFF THE BACKBOARD) the officials called an intentional foul. A technical foul would have been overkill. Plus the players shook hands after the play. By the way, I hope you got a lot of pictures, because your team went one and done,
Watching you scream for no reason,
Rusty
Dear Official With Sideburns,
Was that the first time all season you had blown your whistle? Is the little ball inside the whistle worn out because you made all the calls in that first game?
Can't shake the ringing in my ears,
Rusty
Dear Billy Packer,
I can only hope that Henderson from Duke is "going for the ball," and cracks you in the mouth, not allowing you to speak for the entire NCAA tourney. By the way, 97 percent of the country doesn't like you.
Wishing a flagrant foul into your jaw,
Rusty
Dear Leapydog.com,
BASTARDS! I hope you get the computer version of ecoli, or eboli, or salmonella and can't shake it, spitting out pages and pages of worthless drivel during all of the NCAA tourney.
Dear Mama Nature,
I still hate March.
I have always hated March.
Rusty
posted by Rusty @ 8:32 AM
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