What makes a man, is it the power in his hand?
I broke down and bought ESPN NFL 2K5 for Xbox. There is something seriously wrong with this as I don't give a flying fuck about sports of any kind. I figured, Danny's getting it on Friday, Dave bought it (and an Xbox, finally), Jimmy got it, Glenn got it, and I'm assuming Kevin got it, so I've been begging motherfuckers to get on Xbox Live for too long to pass up the one game they all decide to finally play. Apparently you can set up your own on-line league, or some shit, so rather than being the only guy who plays video games more hours than he works, and STILL going out like a punk bitch, I decided it was better to get my own copy, practice the fuck out of it, and try to avoid looking like an ass in front of everyone. I fear that this sudden involvement with professional athleticism may be a warning sign that I'm taking subtle steps towards one day becoming a real MAN. Perhaps, later......I may drink a beer.
A light beer though. I'm not fucking Charles Bronson.
A light beer though. I'm not fucking Charles Bronson.