First the Red Sox beat my Angels on their way to winning the World Series. Then the Patriots beat my Steelers on their way to winning the Super Bowl. Thank God the Celtics blow.
I fricking hate Boston. It's as if that city specifically came into existence to aggravate me on all sports-related matters. I'm fine with Boston in other areas, though, which is why I actually don't mind Matt Damon. Can't say that I feel the same about Ben Affleck, however. The dude is the Patriots of acting.
Speaking of thespians, I had a mild homo enounter with Vince Vaughn last night when our elbows lightly brushed each other as we were peeing in adjacent urinals. I think it sparked something deep and mysterious within him, because for the rest of the night Vince just stood next to our booths.
At first I figured it was because there were a lot of Asian chicks in our group, as he and Nicolas Cage are notorious in the LA club scene for lovin' yellow tail. But then I'd catch him sneaking a wistful glance in my direction when he thought I wasn't looking. At this point it became quite obvious that Vince Vaughn was hoping I'd make a move on him. But I refuse to play these kind of games - not even with a guy who starred in two of my all-time favorite flicks "Swingers" and "Old School." I'm just glad he didn't do something foolish, like attempted oral copulation, because, man, how socially awkward would that be?
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