Another conversation leading up to a bad decision
It is a Tuesday and the Dolphins are on the schnide. So the Miami Herald's Dolphins beat staff, with nothing to report in this winless season, decides to mess with the coach. Sure there is 6 games yet to play and the season is far from over, but we're going to mess with him anyway, because we may never, ever get another day where there's nothing else to blog about.
So here is the conversation the staff might have had in the next two minutes after lunch.
Armando: Hey, I'm gonna write a blog about what kind of ego maniac and all around bad guy Cameron is. I know great. I'm great. Cam's not great.
Cote: Awesome.
Darlington: Are those things really true?
Armando & Cote: Shut up!
LeBatard: Yeah, Darly, where's my dry cleaning.
Armando: Yeah, I'm gonna write it. (Sarcastically) I'm so tired of everyone saying I'm an eternal optimist.
Cote: Anyone have any beer?
Armando: I just hate the Dolphins. They're f-ing losers. Why can't they be great like my favorite team, the Pats.
Darlington: I thought you liked the Jets?
Armando: I did last year, when they were winning...duh...now I like the Pats. Why are you still here?
Cote: Whaddya think of my new pink shirt with a white collar?
Armando: (typing away) I also hate Cameron. Everything he's done has sucked. I swear how much of loser does he have to be to make all the mistakes he's made...oh damnit...typo...anyway what was I saying?
Darlington: Has everything he's really done sucked? The offensive line, good draft, a high moral...
Armando: Seriously, shut up. His morals are out the window anyway. He brought back Ricky.
Darlington: Yeah, but you thought Ricky shouldn't come back, then you changed your mind.
Armando: Darla, are you even shaving yet? Go wash my car or something.
(Pope walks in)
Pope: Armando, I hear your writing a blog about Cameron.
Armando: (rolling his eyes) Yes sir.
Pope: Make sure its factual. Reporting with integrity and all that.
Armando: Yes sir.
(Pope leaves)
Armando: Man I hate that guy, he's so old he doesn't even know what a blog is.
LeBatard: I'm off for another massage. Ta-ta.
Armando: I guess the old guy is right, I don't want to lie. Not cause its wrong, but because I could get into trouble.
Cote: (just waking up) Breasts! Wha...oh sorry...I must have been dreaming. Hey, Mando my man, why don't you write your blog as if it were a pretend conversation. That way you could say all the things you feel, and it won't be a lie.
Armando: That's a great idea Cotey!
Cote: Thanks. Breasts!
by Tony V.
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