Locked out

I am sick and tired of lockouts, especially the NBA Lockout.  It is possibly the dumbest thing ever. Every body is arguing over the dumbest things, like whether the players are going to get $3 million-$4 million (just an example).  The dumb thing is, while the players and owners are arguing, they are losing a bunch of money.  Already the players union has lost $350 million due to no games being played. The owners lost $200 million just from canceling the preseason, not to mention the whole month of November being canceled.  For those of you who aren't quite sure what the owners and players are arguing about, I really didn't know either.  However I just read a bunch on it.  So apparently the two main things the two sides are disagreeing on is the BRI (basketball-related income) and the salary cap.  Originally the players had 57% of the BRI, giving the owners 43%. Now the owners want it to at least be even, or they get more of the income.  They were aiming for a 50-50 split, however they refused an offer of 49(owners)-51(players) BRI. That is the kind of ludicrous stuff they are arguing about.  The other issue at hand is the salary cap.  The owners are pushing for a hard salary cap of about $48 million, giving the small market teams a bit more of a chance, even though the San Antonio Spurs, a small market team, has been considered a dynasty during the early 2000's. However the players want to keep the $56 million soft salary cap.  It is just all so insane that it is dumb.  I mean Paul Allen, owner of the Portland Trail-Blazers, the 23 richest person in America is arguing over maybe a couple of million $$$.  The way I look at it is, the players are the ones playing the game, this is their job, they should get more money.  Owners are already filthy rich from other jobs, and they aren't even playing the game.  In the end though, both sides are being incredibly ridiculous.

                                          

Ahhhhhhh

Have you ever tried to do school with thirteen children in your house?  Not to mention 10 of them are under the age of ten.  Its so hard to get anything done.  In fact the blog post might be the only thing that I can get done all day.
Anyways I have been sick for to long and it is not fun, especially coughing.  There is no way to stop coughing, literally.  I think I am going to start a stand up to cancer, I mean, coughing.  People say to take cough drops and sure that would help, for 5 minutes.  Plus it tastes like you just consumed a rotten Skittle
I mean who even knows what a cough actually is.  Have you ever really thought about it???  Huh? Huh? HUH? Ahhhh I am being driven insane by coughing (and the 32 billion children at my house).  This actually has been twenty minutes and I typed like nothing.  Sorry.

The Code

I am going to blog today about...the Code of the Woosters.  Fascinating book.  The best part of that book is when just uses the first letter of a noun.  For instance he would say something like, "I am going to eat some f".  What a great idea.  In fact it such a great idea that I have been trying to emulate this in a sense by trying to use it sometimes.  Like, "I love writing on my b". Ahhhh, what a great tool.  Imagine you are in a pinch and you only have five seconds to say something (can't think of when that would ever happen, except this ) and you have to say "Get me some money and a gun".  All you would have to say if you knew such a handy tool as this is, " Get me some m and a g". Great. You just saved your life.  That's all I have to say for this w.

I had a dream

After reading the title you are probably not thinking that this is going to be an interesting blog because everybody has dreams.  However you are very wrong. My dream last night was so insane and slightly hilarious (probably because I took a Nyquil, idk though)

My dream started off somewhere in Germany, no idea where.  I'm not really aware of any location or towns in Germany except Berlin. Anyways, it started in Germany, during the time of World War II (maybe the first, it doesnt really matter).  Here I was, a captain in the American army during the time of a World War, in a room about the size of a medium-sized closet.  With me, there was about 20 other people and we were all being shot at.  Oh, I forgot to mention that the room was all glass.  Shooting + glass = not good.  Then for some reason my dream like skipped forward a couple days.  I have no idea why.

Well then I suddenly appeared at a park with a Pavilion and a tether-ball pole.

So here we are at a park with a tetherball pole and suddenly I just see one of the leaders of the other army (maybe Hitler?) tied to the tetherball pole and I was the one who taught him.  So we thought the warm was over, but then all of a sudden we hear shots coming from this field near by.  Naturally I, and I think at this point I was with my uncle (?), sister (?), and David Tate (?); well we decided to make a run for it. So apparently my uncle was an indian and owned a horse, so we went to his little horse stable thing and were hiding from the people that were shooting at us.

Then, so random, like all my extended family and the rest of my immediate family all came riding down the hill on bikes.

They looked almost exactly like the people above ( not at all).  Anyways they all came down on bikes and we just hopped on some extra bikes, no idea we got them and rode of into the distance, never to go back.  And that was how my dream ended.