noting the correction of the error of my ways
i'm guilty of not reading espn's page 2 very often. and i know that bill simmons is out there writing really funny stuff on a regular basis. this weekend i decided to correct my reading habits, and dropped the bill simmons feed into my bloglines account. two days later i finally received the payoff. today's bill simmons column is about the all star game and houston. even if i don't understand half of it (due to probably not at all obscure references to baseball players from fifteen years ago), i love it for paragraphs like this one:
In many ways, memorabilia shows are like strip joints. There's usually a cover charge. Instead of bouncers, there are security guards. You can look around all day without buying anything. If you're in the mood to buy something, it's probably happening whether you run across something worthwhile or not. The music is always terrible. There are always creepy guys by themselves, guys who seem just a little TOO excited to be there. They usually have hot dogs somewhere nearby. It's always uncomfortable when someone asks if you need any help. Both places are infinitely more fun when you're drunk, and there's always a chance you'll wake up the next morning, look into an empty wallet and mutter to yourself, "My God, what just happened?