Thursday, October 28, 2010
go ahead and spit flames (Friday's Sunday's Poem/Hot Actress 66)
Untitled LeBron James Poem
by Crystal Booker
Letting go is hard, we know.
The King is here, and we've warmed up his seat.
Cleveland, go ahead and spit flames.
You can't burn up the Heat.
About the Poem: NPR had a contest recently where readers could submit poems about LeBron James. Entries came from as far as Canada, as 1,100 aspiring poets competed to win two tickets to a Miami Heat game and a reading of their poem on the air and at a poetry festival...
... there are poetry festivals?
Crystal's poem was announced as the winner on October 26.
About the Hot Actress: The Babies! and I went to the library last night, and they checked out three DVDs, one of which was Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs. That proved a little confusing for Mr Bunches, who usually watches that movie on Netflix on our computer -- so after getting bored with it, he asked me to switch over to his game, and I had to explain that we don't have the game on the TV.
One of the previews on that movie was for a movie about a dog named "Hachi," starring Richard Gere and Joan Allen. Apparently it's a true story of a dog that never stopped waiting for Richard Gere to come home from work, or something. But that reminded me that Joan Allen existed, so I put her on here.