Puke and Rally!

I've been so sick all week. I hate being sick. It throws off my whole writing schedule. (I know it seems like I post about just any old thing, but I really do have a schedule.)



I was going to just take it easy this weekend, when the OJ verdict came in a few minutes ago. I don't care much about OJ, but it reminded me of the last time a big OJ verdict came in. That was a real Flashbulb Moment for many people. (They remember when and where they were, what they were doing, etc.)

I remember how big a case that was. I remember being in California at the time, and what an impact that verdict (and the fears leading up to it in a Post-Rodney King Word) had. I remember my anger at smug White America, assuming Black America was too stupid to see what they obviously believed.

(For the record, I find it fairly likely that OJ committed the crimes, but from a legal perspective, it never should have been brought to trial, and from the legal threshold of guilt, the jury absolutely did the right thing. People say he got away with murder because he was famous. That often happens, but in this case, with that evidence, his fame was the only reason the trial took place.)

Anyway, the OJ verdict stirred up emotions in me, and I thought maybe I can bang out a coherent column.

Then immediately after, I threw up the vegetable soup I ate.

Did I mention I hate being sick?

When I came back to my room, VARSITY BLUES was on TBS. It was the scene where Billy-Bob loses the Drinking Contest and runs and throws up in the washer (right next to where Ali Larter and Paul Walker are having sex against the dryer).



Billy-Bob turns to the couple and says, "If you're hungry I left a few hot dogs in there."

Then he turns to the crowd and yells, "Puke and Rally! Puke and Rally!" before heading back into drink.


Maybe that will be me.

Puke and Rally! Puke and Rally!

Oh, I gotta go. That sexy teacher/stripper who looks like Sarah Palin just came on screen. Maybe TBS will forget to edit.