An Evening With Penguins Causes Me To Rap

I just got back from that hockey dinner I told you about yesterday. It was very cool. In fact, it was so very cool that I'm going to freestyle a rap right now about it.

Went to a dinner fundraiser, talked to lots of players, not a single one named Thayer, but it was dope. Dope like a rope made of coca-coke, and I'm talkin' 'bout the powdery stuff not the soda. Hey, don't call me Mort, I'm not up for a snort, but I did see players of the sport not played on a court. Hockey is the game, in which there isn't much fame -- Who's that guy? What's his name? Is it Maclaine? No, don't be lame.

So I wasn't.

And I managed to get some sigs, some autograph gigs, on this jersey that I got for Ecks-Mas. I've only worn it once, just this morning, 10:21. I had planned to wear it to a game someday. But now it's all marked up, has so many names and nums, of the Penguins from the city of Pittsburgh. So away it will go, to a framing store fo-sho, and be put under glass for display. It'll hang in the room where I'll hear things go boom 'cause my new surround sound is kickin'.

This is a pretty fly way, I really must say, to ring in O-Z's 27th birthday!

Well, not only did I get to hang out with and talk to various hockey players this evening, I also learned that I should not ever, ever, try to rap again. Ever. I promise not to do that to you again... until I forget that I made this promise.

Supah-Star!

Today is "The Day Before My Birthday"! I may or may not take Friday off.