My Boys

Hey now, I like School of Rock.

 

I'm just now watching it for the first time. It's the episode where there's talking and inuendo and witty reparté, and the Cubs' clubhouse. It's the first commercial. How much longer do I have to watch before I can change the channel to something like Nancy Grace?

 

I have a better idea. Just pound your sack with a ballpeen hammer a few times. Would be better than watching either of those.

 

I've made it to the 2nd commercial.

"I've got chips."

"I've got pizza."

"I've got beer."


Where do I find a ballpeen hammer?

 

what the heck's your problem with "school of rock?"

 

I just watched the entire episode ...

 

Never found the hammer, huh?

 

Must've gotten caught up in that soon-to-be-lovers' reparté, sports writer's lingo about dating at a poker game, and the importance of baseball signs in relation to life.

 

Is it bad that I sat through both episodes last night (despite the fact that I'm never watching this show again)?

 

To me, the saddest thing about this show is that this is what the rest of the world truly believes sports writers are like. I mean, I'm an idiot, but I'm an idiot in far more complicated ways ... as in I drink, gamble and curse far too much and am waaay too cynical and jaded for my own good. But I suppose that wouldn't be much of a TV show ... or at least much of a sit-com. Still, if I was an idiot in the sense that this woman is an idiot, I'd have to hang myself with an extension cord.

 

As a side note, I think "ballpeen" is one of the greatest words in the English language. Love it.

 

I've always been fond of "jejune," but I take your point.