Today was a very strange day.
First, I had a psyche-nursing test that I studied my ass off for. After memorizing copious notes, I felt I was ready. I ended up with 100%. Partially due to the fact that all of the answers on the Scantron were “D”!!! Yes, you’ve heard of it. The Urban legend is true, some professors fancy themselves special by doing such things. Personally, until now, I always rolled my eyes at like versions of this story. But alas, it has happened…and to me.

I kept telling myself that there was no way she (our professor) would do that. But all 56 questions were indeed “D.” I was compelled to change my answer over and over again, thinking that the next question would be THE question that wasn’t the letter D. But on and on it went. I trusted my instincts, and I was awarded a perfect grade. Many others were not so self-trusting and their grades suffered.
THEN, I went and worked out with my buddy John. Before we lifted, I dominated him at some ping-pong, because I’m the best mother fucking ping-pong player this side of Forest Gump. (seriously, I can’t be beat) Naturally, as expected, I destroyed him 12 games to none. That’s right. 12 in a row. I RuLE!
Last, I was cleaning the house watch the NBA finals, and I’m appaulled that my rooting choices are the NorCal hated rivals the LA Lakers. (if you can consider the Lakers a rival, G-State hasn’t been competitive in that head to head) and the Boston Celtics.
I HATE LA.

BUT, then again, we have the even MORE hated Celtics. Why do I hate the Celtics you ask? I’ll tell you why.
They’re the team of the Bostonians. They’re Pats fans. They’re Red Sox fans. I’m not hating on Boston. I used to like Bston fans. But since the Pats and the Red Sox finally got over the hump, they have become the most arrogant and intolerant pieces of shit in the sports world. So, PATS fan, Cheatriots, whatever, I’m forced to root for the Lakers because the greatest evil in sports going right now is you guys.
Oh, and btw, Paul Pierce was embarrassing in his post-game interview when asked how they came back, he looked up into the sky and said nothing for what seemed an eternity. No, Paul, God (a figment of your imagination) does not care about the NBA finals. He thought that was going to come off as cool, but it was nothing more than awkward. What a doof.

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