Monday, January 07, 2008

Dinner at the Dunleavys

Mike: How was your day?

Junior: Terrible. We got our asses kicked by Kobe and Co. Damn, Andrew Bynum's got game. He's tall, long, athletic, strong, and agile. Plus he's got great hands, good footwork. And the guy's only 20 f*cking years old. Why couldn't I have been born like that?

Mike: Uh, because your mom and I are white.

Junior: Damn.

Mike: Don't be too hard on yourself. You did okay tonight. I mean, you actually led your team in scoring.

Junior: Not that it helped. We're really f*cked this year. When I can lead a team in scoring, you know we're f*cked.

Mike: You think you're screwed? You're just three games under .500. In the Eastern Conference. Heck, you guys are going to be in the playoffs for sure. Us? Sh*t. We'll be lucky if we have a postseason. F*ck. I may be out of a job next year if things don't get any better.

Junior: I don't get it. You have a decent team, even without Elton. You gotta think about another line of work, Dad.

Mike: Watch your mouth. I could say the same for you.

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