The good news? Judy is not a basketball fan.
The bad news? Grown men with giant wads are still drooling and spitting their way through the playoffs. I admire the athleticism and the strategy. I just can't stomach watching the players turn their own dugout and the field they play on into a quagmire with their own bodily fluids. Guess I'm a radio baseball fan.
And the first hockey game is televised tonight.
When will I regain control of the clicker so I can watch something worthwhile: that being those stupid cable B movies I love so much?
