Screw the State of the Union or the State of the Debt Crisis (la-la-la-la) or even the State of the Steelers (however, if they let my self-united husband Daniel Sepulveda go, who will read the Bible to me each night while rubbing my feet shirtless?! WHERE’S MY GOD THEN?!), and instead, let’s focus on the state of the Buccos bandwagon as drawn up for me by the extremely talented Mitch Donaberger (@msprout on twitter).
I have long wanted a visual representation of this bandwagon I invent each year, drive until July, and then KABOOM! SO LONG YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF GARBAGE. ENJOY THE BOTTOM OF THE MON. I HOPE THE TUNNEL MONSTER DIVES IN TO FEED ON YOUR CARCASS AND TO POOP IN YOUR SKULL.
I have issues.
Not the least of which is that I imagine Daniel Sepulveda reading me the Bible and rubbing my feet while shirtless.
(click the photo for a hi-res version)
At some point later in the season, I will share with you another version of this that Mitch did, this one much … boobier.
Why isn’t boobier a word?
First of all, it’d be perfect for a sentence like, “I like this cartoon version of myself. It makes me appear much boobier than I really am,” and second of all, it’d be a hell of a fun Spelling Bee word.
BOOBIER. Can you give me the origin of the word?
Some blogger in Pittsburgh.
I prefer “Gotham.”
[swishes cape dramatically]