Busted faces and nuts in the mail

So I'm playing basketball today, and this guy starts driving to the hoop. I beat him to the spot and just stand there. He barrels into me and slams his elbow into my face, splitting it open just above my left eye. So now I'm bleeding all over myself, and he calls a foul on me! What? So I say the first thing that pops into my head, which is "Fuck you!" This resulted in a pretty heated argument in which nothing got resolved. So I played the rest of the game with blood on my face and my shirt. When the game was finished, the guy comes over and apologizes for the blunt force trauma to my face. I say, "I'm not mad that I got hit - that happens - I was more made that you called a foul." And the douchebag goes "Well what happened was I saw you there and decided that I wasn't going to get a clean shot so I knew I was going to call a foul before I shot the ball." This guy literally told me he CALLED THE FOUL IN ADVANCE OF ANY CONTACT!!! That's enough to make me hate playing basketball at Dixon. I think I'll just use a treadmill or elliptical for a while now.


Attention anyone planning on getting married anytime in the future. DO NOT GO TO A WEDDING SHOW! I'm serious about this. You are hounded at every corner by people begging you to use thier services. They tempt you to give them information by offering you free wedding dresses, free tuxedos, 50% off your catering or dj service, etc. Things you can't pass up the chance to win because weddings are so damn expensive that you'll take a break any way you can get it. Well once you leave the Bridal Show, that's when the real fun begins. I get 3 emails a day from people hocking wedding services. We get phone calls and junk mail every day from people peddling their wares. Today was the topper though. Some place sent me a six page typed letter telling me "I must be nuts to try and plan a wedding on my own. To further illustrate their point, they actually stapled a bag of peanuts to the first page of the letter. If that doesn't scream ri-god damn-diculous, I don't know what does