Thursday, May 08, 2008

Pi(e) equals 23

The first big news story since we have moved to Cleveland is also one of the wackier ones I have heard.

Now, before I begin, I think any returning reader should realize that this blog is not the place to make sports references. They are even more ham-fisted than my usual references. More like pork chop fisted or hogged tie to be realistic.

The local basketball team is in the playoffs and has already gone to the second round. They had to beat the Washington DC Bulle...err...I mean Wizards to do so. And the local sport superstar, LeBron James, who I, a three week resident of the metropolitan area, know not to speak ill of, said that one Wizards player was a particular dick and made plenty of hard fouls. In response to LeBron's complaints, a local DC Papa John's owner made a bunch of shirts with LeBron's number (23) and put CryBaby on the back. Right under a Papa John's logo. And it's in Papa John's colors.

Thanks, ESPN. Please don't sue!

Apparently, this DC resident must live outside the beltway because he should have funneled the cash for the shirts through Pakistan or some anti-Sandinistas. And taken off the friggin' logo! Look at what happened to the Ten Rings guys in the Iron Man movie! Pretty easy to track you down when the depleted uranium missile you just fired has a big Stark Industries logo on the side of it. Even though that speaks more for Tony Stark's own ego. Those terrorists should have bought generic brand weapons. From Aldi. Or an unstable post Soviet Republic.

I don't know if Cleveland or Papa John's freaked out first, but, they quickly quashed the offending garments. As a multi-national chain, Papa John's can't go around pissing off entire demographics through fashion choices. Their pizzas must speak for them from Washington DC to Los Angeles. And they are all saying that the dough is just a bit too sweet. Oh, and sorry Cleveland Cavaliers and all of Northeast Ohio.

To apologize, all Papa Johns in Northeast Ohio are selling large one topping pizzas for 23 cents! Yes, 23 cents flat. Those are pre that very first Depression prices! Our apartment is two blocks down from a Papa Johns and I saw that the parking lot was hopping with activity this morning. The local media are all over it as well.

Again, this is not the place for sports references. I don't know much about LeBron James except that he is really good at basketball, has a tasty damn drink*, and is not to be criticized! And this is all seems in wacky good fun for a good cause! Hell, Papa Johns should have made all the DC area locations charge 23 dollars for pizza! And we should have taken money away from their charities, as well. It's DC, they don't have guns, for now, so we could make out like bandits!

Peace!

*The LeBomb James which is a shot of Grand Royal dunked into a glass of Sprite and Grenadine.

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