Ode to Lionel Richie. I love that song. So its been some time and all I have to say is what a winter. We have been having bitter cold temps with the worst air in the nation and now we are sitin pretty in the 50's. Got to love Utah.
So to the real meat of this post we went to a Jazz game on Monday they played the Bulls. If you didn't know Ben Wallace who use to play for my beloved Pistons traded himself to the Bulls. That was the main reason we wanted to see this game because of Ben. When we first arrived at the newly named "Energy solutions Arena" most people here call it the toxic waste arena or something to do with nuclear waste since that is what Energy solutions does. I thought, what if Ben touched some toxic waste would he think about all of the regrets of his life like leaving the greatest team in the world? NO he would think about how is pockets are filled with gazillions of dollars. JERK!! No really I do love him I just think I haven't finished my grieving. All these nervous feelings melted away when I saw him come out to the floor and start playing. I thought how big he must be in real life, we were sitting 1 seat from the top in the upper bowl, it didn't matter though. I wanted to scream "BEN, HELLO IS IT ME YOUR LOOKING FOR?" the most dedicated Piston fan in Utah? No he is looking for money lots of dirty Chicago money, again not done with the bitterness phase either. I was like the lady in the Lionel's video I am making a clay sculpture of Ben's head, with head band and full picked out fro. Except I am not blind I know that when I am done with that sculpture I will have to burn it to the ground like I need to with his #3 Pistons jersey.
That leads me into my last thought "Wwwwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiii (why)" - Annie Lennox.
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Don't burn the jersey. It cost me $80 bucks. :)
Plus, I think you would regret it later...your love for Ben will come back around.
I guess Ben didn't have ENDLESS LOVE for the Pistons. He was probably DANCING ON THE CEILING when he left. And now he counts his money ALL NIGHT LONG.
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