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Here is the league file. It features all 20 current CBA teams as of 2024. Proper logos and names (minus corporate sponsorship). Vast majority of players are Chinese with a sprinkling around of USA and other nationalities. The actual players are fake, just whatever BBGM generates at league startup. Accurate city populations and arena sizes (most city pops are huge with comparatively small arenas outside of some exceptions. I didn't test this much for its effect on balance, I just wanted to reflect the IRL numbers)
The league does its best to approximate the 2024 CBA schedule. 54 games. In real life a CBA team plays every other team twice , home/away (19x2), then they play opponents based on a strength of schedule pod that changes each year based on previous year's finish in a home/away, and then they have a couple of local rivals that play an extra pair or two. I can't mirror this in BBGM so I created 4 divisions each with five teams. I tried to sit them geographically as best I could. You play the other four teams in your division six times each (24) and then you play every other team in the league twice (15x2) to get 54 games. There is no conference divide, 12 of the 20 teams make the playoffs. Four get first round byes. 7,7,7,7 format.
Starting in 2016 the CBA began a draft. So I added a bunch of Chinese colleges from the China University Basketball Association (the Chinese equivalent of NCAA Basketball). I didn't weight them since I'm not familiar enough with which schools are traditionally good but I do know that at this point most/a lot of Chinese players are entering the CBA via college basketball just like how it works in the US. So there's a bunch of schools and all of them have an equal shot for any given player to come from them. You may wanna play with the weighting to get better distributions but I wasn't sure how to mess with it.
I added the 2024 CBA cap rules as best I could too. I used a lower max salary because if I don't then too many good players end up unsignable in FA. So the cap should work, I tested a bunch of years and it seems too. Salary cap of 7.2m and a max player salary of 1m with a minimum player salary of $250k. No salary floor. The CBA does have a pseudo-soft cap but it's much stricter than BBGM allows so I just set it to be a hard cap.
Lastly I lowered pace because the CBA is a bit of a slower game. So scores should come in around the lower 100s normally and stats should be a little more topheavy.

I am really struggling to enjoy playing this game and it appears that most of the complaints I see from other players are regarding online gameplay. I have no interest in playing online so I strictly play against the CPU in the ERA mode and it is just not that much fun.
Difficulty. Either the game is no challenge ( pro and allstar) or the CPU resorts to bs to score. Neither is much fun to play. Transition offence. There is none. 2k seems to think that transition offense is not something that happens. Every time the CPU turns the ball over, they somehow jet back on defense while my team jogs up court. Yet when I miss or turn the ball over, there are mismatches all over the place and the CPU often gets an easy basket. I play halfcourt basketball 98% of the time… which is boring.
Dribble moves don’t work. The CPU doesn’t have any momentum or weight. They just react to your inputs. There is no such thing as having a CPU defender on skates. The ankle breaking animation seems to proc randomly. Otherwise, the CPU defender is on you like glue. Not fun.
I could go on but its pretty clear that the CPU is playing with a different set of rules than the user. I know that the CPU has to cheat for the game to be competitive but at least make it fun to play against. I really feel like if you don’t play the online modes in this game there is not much here. What am I missing?

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How do y'all handle customers who treat the store like a playground? I work in a section that includes sporting goods, and I can't get over how many customers have absolutely no self-control when they see a ball. The problem is not them trying out the ball, or even ripping apart the cardboard: it's that they undo hours of zoning by knocking products off shelves when they are possessed by the need to have a pick-up game of Dipshitball.

• Football: throw across aisles to a friend
• Soccer ball: do kick training right now
• Basketball: dribble repeatedly if alone. Try to make a basket in one of the display hoops if with a friend.
• Volleyball: always in a group, move over to the action alley and play a game.

When it's an actual child, I ask/make them stop. When it's teenagers, I tread lightly so I'm not the subject of a T[kT[]K video. When it's adults, I grab the ball and ask, "Did that work the way you thought it would? I can ring you up at the sporting goods counter."
I'm lucky that my leads and coach have my back. Sometimes people wait for me to go to the next aisle and then continue with their game, and then I lose my professional demeanor.

My 11yo son recently started playing AAU basketball after playing rec league for years. He’s very skilled and a very smart player but not as quick yet as other kids his age.
A kid on an opposing team posted a short video to Instagram of himself “breaking” my son’s ankles and with a caption and hashtag. My son just tripped moving laterally to keep up with the kid. There was no real offensive move — no crossover, etc. — by the kid and my son popped right back up and helped force him to pass.
Of course, one of his friends found it and showed it to him, and he was devastated. Kid has 125 followers, and my son doesn’t know him. I know it’s just some random kid posting a video that few will see and fewer will care about. But my son doesn’t see it that way.
Has anyone dealt with something like this? What did you find helped your kid? I have a lot of issues with this generally, from letting a 12yo have an Instagram to YouTube and Instagram accounts showing videos of little kids getting “burned” playing sports to the kid’s AAU program’s Instagram commenting on the post (they’re a “faith and basketball” program, whatever that means … definitely not acting with humility). Basketball is something my son loves and is good at, and it makes him happy. I just hate to see him down like this.

I'm just a college student who's done his semester and without being able to go to campus I don't talk to as many people as I used to. So I've been looking for long-term friends but I wouldn't mind a chat or short-term either.
I'm really into skateboarding but I'm pretty new to it, I'm trying to learn quickly tho. I've also been into photography lately, I've been super busy doing photoshoots for people so if i don't respond its likely that. I'm also into basketball, working out, and gaming. A own a lot of games probably over 500+ but I mostly play shooters, I own a ps5 and switch so I can play almost every game. I'm a big basketball guy, and I work out frequently too. I'm also open to a lot of hobbies and fashion is also something I'm passionate about.
I could yap more im sure but if you're interested in talking just pm me or add my tag
bl00dz13 (Those are zeros)

1. Lakers have not been making Lebrons wishes materialize (ie Kyrie about to win a title in Dallas)
   
2. Suns only other organization other than Lakers with 2 All-Pros and everyone knows Lebrons chances of winning a city it’s first ever title for the SECOND time are astronomically higher if he teams up with KD/Book/Beal > AD.
   
3. Suns have the developmental league team to actually develop Bronny close to home.
   
4. (ref 2) - Lebron & Bronny could be the first ever father and son champions in PHX when PHX/IShbia are hungry enough to waste a first rounder on a projected pick 55 on Bronny just to land LeBron
   
5. KD and Bron’s friendship, Bron’s respect for Booker
   
6. PHX is as close to home as it gets. no family relocation, similar to CP3
   
7. Bron’s business in Las Vegas is just as close to PHX as it is LA
   
8. Bron has a knack for turning the basketball world on its head via teaming up with all-pro talent at all costs
   
9. Suns will force the Lakers hand into acting naive and stubborn to save him via FA. Basically, Lakers would have to get desperate and fall into 2nd apron tax AND draft Bronny 1st round just to keep him.
   
10. Delivering the 1st ever nba title to phoenix alongside his son sounds soooo much better than taking another long shot at the chip in LA as Lakers simply wont be able to say… play for us and you get KD:Book:Beal:Bronny.
    

Honestly, I say it’s 50/50 when it comes to lebron in a lakers or suns jersey next season.

I have been lurking for a while, learning about all the systems available, plus have visited quite a few commercial places in the states and in Shanghai.
Problem now is that I’m kind of stuck, I don’t really know how I can get started given the space and house I have and what I actually want.
My garage space is just too low so I think it’s off the table, despite being enough space.
None of the rooms in my house would suffice, ceilings also too low and I don’t think I can afford to dedicate a room to a golf simulator space even if it did work.
So that leaves outside, which is doable. I have an unused basketball court in my backyard (half acre) that is paved and it would seem to be a good foundation for a nice setup. But where do I go from here. Building a custom building to ultimately house a golf simulator room is going to cost a fortune (I even had the Trackman reps come out to my place at one place to sort of give me an estimate….). I’ve seen folks post more outdoorsy setups so maybe I could start with that but honestly it’s not what I want, I want the cozy room that feels like a man cave, and where sound is covered, I can play when its cold outside, etc.
Anyway, open to feedback, also I live in the Bay Area where doing anything construction costs a fortune. Looking forward to any and all ideas. Thanks in advance!

Hi!
First of all, I believe that I might fall into the category of being a green flag and why? I'll explain in this post.
If you like reading well detailed posts in which the person has put some serious effort, this is gonna be one of them.
I'm gonna make this post by putting my heart into this totally and hopefully, it will reach the right person out there :) all of the things I've said in this post is absolutely true about me. If you've seen this post before, just know that I haven't found anyone and I'm still looking ♡
So a little description about me first:
I am a guy who's usually very loving in many matters of life. I'm easy going, respectful and have manners. I'm helpful to people that I love and that are nice to me. I'm patient when it comes to a lot of things because I believe in the saying that "good things come to those who wait"
I also have no friends, I just can't spend my time putting efforts in people that does nothing but create fake friendships and who won't be by your side as a loyal friend, they'll just be there when it's for their own good. So I just wanna invest my time into finding my future partner and building a strong relationship.
I still don't believe I'm perfect and I'm constantly working on myself to improve my overall standing as a person because since I don't have an ego, I'm always keen onto making myself a better person and don't have any problem in listening to my flaws through people that are important to me.
What I'm looking for:
I believe that relationships are not just something that you can make, break and move on to another. I don't understand the people that does that. For me, I'm only interested in something meaningful and long term but I also don't wanna be anyone's rebound or get played with. I don't break hearts and don't want anyone to do that to me either.
A relationship is a very beautiful thing which happens very naturally when two souls meet and get fond of each other. It's truly a magical feeling when you know you finally have someone to by your side, you're not alone in this lonely world anymore. I LIVE for that feeling 🫶🏽
Now you must be wondering if I have any hobbies? I do have some of them.
First of all, I'm a guitarist and do it well (at least I think so) and I love sports (especially basketball which is my favorite) I love watching movies (rom-com and horror is my genre)
Also a quick question. Do you like someone with a soothing, partially whispered, deep and asmr kinda voice that whenever you hear it, you feel like I'm talking straight to your soul? If you do, you'll love calling me or listening to my voice mails for sure.
Plus as a boyfriend, I am extremely caring and someone who'd bring you chocolates and your favorite stuff during your periods or when you're feeling down, I'll find happiness in doing that honestly. That's just me!
I do have a passion for cooking as well. So, I might as well try to cook you some delicious dishes and perhaps, get your feedback on it. I'm sure it'll put a smile on your face, exactly how I'd like it <3
I'm not yet perfect at cooking but we can get better at it together, of course! Having you by my side will increase my motivation and we might as well vibe ✨️
Age also doesn't matter to me, as long as you're looking for the same as me and you know we'll get along well.
By the way, I don't give a crap about sexual stuff and have never sent dick pictures to anyone before, so you can be rest assured I'm not one of those people.
I guess that's it for now, if this interests you even a little bit, you can message me and see where it takes us 😊 I'm literally just a message away!
Don't be hesitant in anything, I don't like being creepy or will force you to do anything you don't wanna do. I'd suggest you give me a try ❤️🤞🏽🧿
See ya!

Hello, I’m a college male that’s addicted to older women. Ive only been in 1 serious relationship and a few girls I’ve hooked up with but nothing really serious.
I’m slim fit athletic build. About 180 lbs and 5’10. I love to be outdoors whether it’s hiking swimming or whatever. I also workout a lot in the gym and play basketball so I’m very active.
If there’s any cougars out there interested please message me!

Not sure how successful I'll be seeing as this is reddit but screw it, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. I'm hopeful to find someone who'll become obsessed and addicted as I am with them. I know I know that isn't the healthiest but damn if it doesn't feel amazing having that. I'm a hopeless romantic who falls too fast and easily so please be in this for the long haul. I'm tired of getting used or ghosted. If it matters to you when we get to that point I'm a dom by nature. My interests and hobbies include watching tv/movies/basketball and wrestling, reading when the mood strikes, occasionally playing video games on my switch, listening to music and going on walks. I'm an introvert by nature so if you're the type who expects full blown essays as replies we won't work and you'll hate me. My replies can come across short and to the point but that doesn't mean I don't care or I'm bored. It's just how I converse. I do have discord if we click since reddit sucks for notifications and messaging. Please feel free to reach out if any of this resonates with you.

First off…you have to tip your hat to the Mavs. They are playing great basketball and Luka and Kyrie are on another plant right now.
With that being said, with the refs and the commentary, it’s almost hard to watch. The wolves cannot catch a break in terms of fouls. We can’t touch anyone and Dallas is just baiting/flopping and getting calls while the Wolves can’t get a call to save our lives.
Also, I don’t think Reggie Miller has said one positive thing about the Wolves all series. If you only listened to him without watching the games, you would think the wolves have been blown out every game and this series hasn’t been close. I’ve watched the last two games on mute because of it.
First time we’re in the WCF in 20 years and we get a horrendous whistle and a commentator who just praises the Mavs while putting down the Wolves for everything. On top of being down 3-0 it has been a frustrating experience all around after the first 2 series.
Regardless…Wolves in 7 till it ain’t.

I'm still seeing some disingenuous takes about comments made by Black women talking about who the media tends to favor when discussing the W (a predominantly-Black league), so let me be absolutely clear: nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is suggesting that someone can use their whiteness as a substitute for being a talented basketball player. Sports is as close to a meritocracy as one can get. The point being made (that I believe is being intentionally misconstrued) is that even sports does not exist in a vacuum. In a society that is fundamentally racist, aspects of that society are bound to permeate pretty much everything. A new wave of WNBA fans ushering in a new wave of racist attacks at Black players is not a coincidence. I think there's a tendency for white people to become defensive in discussions about privilege, seeing any discussions about the role it plays in the differences of treatment and opportunity as reducing all individual success to a singular aspect of one's identity. That's not what privilege means. Privilege means that while you achieve, you aren't also having to fight against societal stigmas and injustices. I've seen people label A'ja Wilson as "bitter" or as a "hater" for calling out this dynamic. Acknowledging that Caitlin Clark's race may play a part in the vastly disproportionate media coverage and the wave of new fans that showed no interest in the league before her arrival is not a knock on CC's talent, nor is it assigning her blame for the disparity. I think many people are unwilling to interrogate their own unconscious biases and are only willing to acknowledge racism when it's overt. It makes discussions about it especially exhausting, because many people who have never experienced racism actually believe they are better experts at what it looks like than those who have. So, even in discussions by Black players talking about the disparity in recognition they've personally experienced, what ends up being centered is white people's feelings about it.

My son is 2.5 and ever since he could talk what he says most of the time are things like “I don’t want mama to talk. I don’t want mama to dance. I don’t want mama to sing” and “I don’t want the people to to go down the slide” “I don’t like him” “I don’t want him to play with the car” and d additionally naming everything he is afraid of or doesn’t like “ I don’t like the basketball (which he loved 0.5 seconds ago). At first I thought this was a phase but now it’s just looking like who he is as a person.
Anyone else have a neurotic toddler that turned a bit more chill eventually? I feel like a puppet catering to every “I don’t like” and frankly I’d like to talk whenever I please without the comments from the peanut gallery. If we don’t listen to him by saying things like “mama and daddy are talking right now. Would you like to play when we are done?” He just has a tight fit.

I'm involved with a few different Catholic groups that do pickup sports or leagues and have noticed that excluding leagues that intentionally force a set gender ratio, there's almost always more guys than girls. For some sports like volleyball or pickleball it can be pretty close but for the more traditionally masculine sports like basketball, it's often 75%+ men. I know some athletic single women who enjoy playing sports but also partially go because they know the ratio is in their favor so they have a better chance at meeting someone than at many other events.
Are there any other activities where the gender ratio is usually slanted one way or the other? I'm not encouraging people to go to things they have no interest in just to meet people of the opposite gender but if it's something you're already interested in, it could be a good opportunity to meet someone.

I have an 8-year-old son who is exceptionally bright, a little whiz in mathematics and just all-around nose in the books kinda kid. He's not so good at sports, we've tried many, but nothing seems to stick. He's a bit awkward in coordination and I figure that he'll get better with time, persistence, and confidence. My husband, however, is very embarrassed by our son's lack of athletic ability. My husband himself is not the kind of man you look at and say oh yeah, that man played football and basketball in High School. So I don't think my son has someone to mimic in that regard. I take my son on runs and to the gym and he does well on runs and seems to like lifting weights.
My husband is so embarrassed by our son that he wanted to leave the bowling alley today. Also, at my son's soccer practice the other day my husband said it was painful to watch our son. I told him not to bother coming anymore (not sure what he expected on my son's second day of practice). I see how other fathers are with their kids and they seem so patient and fun. I don't know what to do here. The way my husband talks down to our son just seems so wrong but he tells me that I'm coddling him and I'm going to make him weak. I think I'm introducing him to sports the way my father taught me and that's by having fun and being silly at times. How do I approach my husband about this without undermining him as a dad.

I want to be a good fan. I really do but I can’t take it. I can’t take the seemingly stupid plays. I get it, they are a young team and haven’t been playing together long and they had a hellacious schedule so far. However the absolute lack of basketball IQ sometimes and missing damn layups has me banging my head against the wall. These players have probably played since they were 5 years old. I don’t get it. I don’t understand it. I don’t know how much more I can watch. I’ll be fine tomorrow I’m sure but for tonight I’m going to bang my head some more. /rant.

PLAYBOY Interview With Conan O'Brien Interview by Kevin Cook For Playboy Magazine February 1998
A candid conversation with the preppie prince of "Late Night" about his rocky start, his show's secret one-day cancellation and how David Letterman saved the day.
He was polite. He was funny. He gave us a communicable disease.
At 34 Conan O'Brien is hotter than the fever he was running when we met in his private domain above the "Late Night" sound stage. A gangly freckle-faced ex-high school geek he is "one of TV's hottest properties" according to "People" magazine. The host of "Late Night With Conan O'Brien" has become his generation's king of comedy.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Congested too, but O'Brien has far more to worry about than his head cold. A perfectionist who broods over one bad minute in an otherwise perfect hour of TV, he worries he might be anhedonic, "I have trouble with success," he says, "I was raised to believe that if something good happens something bad is coming." Sure things look good now "Rolling Stone" calls "Late Night" "the hottest comedy show on TV." Ratings are better than ever, particularly among 18- to 34-year-olds, the viewers advertisers crave.
But O'Brien only works harder. Despite his illness he taped two shows in 26 hours on three hours' sleep. He smoothly interviewed Elton John then burst into coughing fits during commercials. Later in his crammed corner office overlooking Manhattan traffic Conan the Cool gulped Dayquil gel caps. He coughed spewing microbes.
"Sorry, sorry," he said. Of course O'Brien can't complain. He came seriously close to falling to being banished behind the scenes as just another failed talk show host.
At his first "Late Night" press conference he corrected a reporter who called him a relative unknown, "Sir I am a complete unknown," he said. That line got a laugh, but soon O'Brien looked doomed. His September 13, 1993 debut began with O'Brien in his dressing room preparing to hang himself only to be interrupted by the start of his show. Before long his career was hanging by a thread. Ratings were terrible. Critics hated the show. Tom Shales of "The Washington Post" called it as "lifeless and messy as roadkill." Shales said O'Brien should quit.
Network officials held urgent meetings discussing the Conan O'Brien debacle. Should they fire him? How should they explain their mistake?
In the end of course he turned it around. The network hung with him long enough for the ratings to improve and the host of the cooler-than-ever "Late Night" now defines comedy's cutting edge just as Letterman did ten years ago.
Even Shales loves "Late Night" these days. He calls O'Brien's turnaround "one of the most amazing transformations in television history."
O'Brien was born on April 18, 1963 in Brookline, Massachusetts. His father, a doctor, is a professor at Harvard Medical School. His mother, a lawyer, is a partner at an elite Boston Law firm. Conan, the third of six children became a lector at church and a misfit at school. Tall and goofy, bedeviled with acne, he tried to impress girls with jokes. That plan usually bombed, but O'Brien eventually found his niche at Harvard where he won the presidency of the "Harvard Lampoon" in 1983 and again in 1984 - the first two-time "Lampoon" president since humorist Robert Benchley held the honor 85 years ago.
After graduating magna cum laude with a double major in literature and American history he turned pro. Writing for HBO's "Not Necessarily The News." O'Brien was earning $100,000 a year before his 24th birthday. But writing was never enough.
He honed his performance skills with the Groundlings, a Los Angeles improv group. There he worked with his onetime girlfriend Lisa Kudrow, now starring on "Friends." But Conan was not such a standout. In 1988 he landed a job at "Saturday Night Live" - but as a writer, not as on-air talent. In almost four years on the show O'Brien made only fleeting appearances, usually as a crowd member or security guard. His writing was more memorable. He wrote (or co-wrote) Tom hanks' "Mr Short-Term Memory" skits as well as the "pump you up" infosatire of Hanz and Franz and the nude beach sketch in which Matthew Broderick and "SNL" members played nudists admiring one another's penises. With dozens of mentions of the word that hit was the most penis-heavy moment in TV history. It helped O'Brien win an Emmy for comedy writing.
In 1991 he quit "SNL" and moved on to "The Simpsons" where he worked for two years. His urge to perform came out in wall-bouncing antics in writers' meetings. "Conan makes you fall out of your chair" said "Simpsons" creator Matt Groening. O'Brien's yen to act out was so strong that he spurned Fox's reported seven-figure offer to continue as a writer. He was driving for the spotlight.
By then David Letterman had announced he was turning shin - leaving NBC taking his ton-rated act to CBS. Suddenly NBC was up a creek without a host. The network turned to Lorne Michaels, O'Brien's "Saturday Night Live" boss. Michaels enlisted Conan's help in the host search planning to use him in a behind-the-scenes job. But when Garry Shandling, Dana Carvey and almost every other star turned down the chore of following Letterman, Michaels finally listened to Conan's crazy suggestion, "Let me do it!" Michaels persuaded the network to entrust it's 12:30 slot which Letterman had turned into a gold mine to an untested wiseass from Harvard.
O'Brien was working on one of his last "Simpsons" episodes when he got the news. He turned "paler than usual," Groening recalled. The Conan moseyed back to where the other writers were working, "I'll come back with the Homer Simspon joke later. I have to go replace Letterman," he said.
NBC executives now get credit for their foresight during those dark days of 1993 and 1994. They snared the axe and now reap the multimillion-dollar spoils of that decision. In fact, the story is not so simple. We sent Contributing Editor Kevin Cook to unravel the tale of O'Brien's survival, which he tells here for the first time. Cook reports:
"His office is chock-full of significa. There's a three-foot plastic pickle the Letterman staff left behind in 1993 - perhaps to suggest what a predicament he was in. There's a copy of Jack Paar's 'I Kid You Not' and a coffee-table book called 'Saturday Night Live: The First 20 Years.' His bulletin board features letters from fans such as John Watters and Bob Dole and an 8" x 10" glossy of Andy Richter with the inscription: "To Conan - Your bitter jealousy warms my black heart. Love and Kisses Andy."
"Of course it's all for show. From the photos of kitch icons Adam West and Robert Stack to the framed Stan Laurel autograph, from the deathbed painting of Abraham Lincoln, to the ironic star taped to Conan's door - they're all clever signals that tell a visitor how to view the star. Lincoln was his collegiate preoccupation: stardom is his occupation. Somewhere between the two I hoped to find the real O'Brien.
"As a Playboy reader he wanted to give me a better-than-average interview. I wanted something more - a definitive look at the guy who may end up being the Johnny Carson of his generation."
"Here's hoping we succeeded. If not I carried his germs 3000 miles and infected dozens of Californians for no good reason.
O'Brien: Yes, this is how to do a Playboy Interview -- completely tanked on cold medicine. I'll pick it up and read, "Yes, I'm gay."
Playboy: We could talk another time. O'Brien: (coughing) No, it's OK. I memorized Dennis Rodman's answers. Can I use them?
Playboy: You sound really sick. Do you ever take a day off? O'Brien: No. The age of talk show hosts taking days off is over. Johnny Carson could go to Africa when he was the only game in town -- "See you in two weeks!" But nobody does that now. I will give you a million dollars on the first day Jay takes off for illness.
Playboy: Do you ever slow down and enjoy your success? O'Brien: If anything, the pace is picking up. Restaurateurs insist on giving me a table even if I'm only passing by, so I'm eating nine meals a night. Women stop me on the street and hand me their phone numbers.
Playboy: So you have groupies? O'Brien: Oh yes. And other fans. Drifters. Prisoners. Insomniacs. Cab Drivers, who must watch a lot of late night TV, seem to love me lately. They keep saying, "You will not pay, you will not pay, you make me happy!"
Playboy: How happy did your new contract make you? O'Brien: Terrified. The network said, "We're all set for five years." I said, "Shut up, shut up! I can't think that far ahead." Tonight, for instance, I do my jokes, then interview Elton John and Tim Meadows. We finished taping about 6:30. By 6:45 my memory was erased and my only thought was, Tomorrow: John Tesh. And I started to obsess about John Tesh. Sad, don't you think?
Playboy: Not too sad. You got off to a rocky start but now you're so hot that People magazine recently said, "that was then, this is wow." O'Brien: I try not to pay much attention. Since I ignored the critics who said I should shoot myself in the head with a German Luger, it would be cheating to tear out nice reviews now and rub them all over my body, giggling. Though I have thought about it.
Playboy: Tell us about your trademark gag. You interview a photo of Bill Clinton or some other celeb, and a pair of superimposed lips provide outrageous answers. O'Brien: We call it the Clutch Cargo bit, after that terrible old cartoon series. They saved money on animation by superimposing real lips on the cartoons. I wanted to do topical jokes in a cartoony way -- not just Conan doing quips at a desk. TV is visual; I want things to look funny. But we're not Saturday Night Live; we couldn't spend $100,000 on it. Hence, the cheap, cheesy lips, You'd be surprised how many people we fool.
Playboy: Viewers believe that's really the president yelling, "Yee-haw! Who's got a joint?" O'Brien: It's strange. You may know intellectually that Clinton doesn't talk like Foghorn Leghorn. Ninety-eight percent of your brain knows the president wouldn't say, "Whoa Conan get a load of that girl!" But there are a few brain cells that aren't sure. When Bob Dole was running for president we had him doing a past-life regression: "My cave, get away." And then back further, "Must form flippers to crawl on to rocky soil," he says. There may be people out there who believe that Bob Dole was the first amphibian.
Playboy: Do you ever go too far? O'Brien: The fun is in going too far. It's a nice device because you get Bill Clinton to do the nastiest Bill Clinton jokes. We'll have Clinton making fart noises while I say "Sir! Please!"
Playboy: Are you enjoying your job now, with your new success? O'Brien: Well, there are surprises. I hate surprises. Like most comics, I'm a control freak. But I am learning that the show works best when things are out of control. Tonight I ask Elton John if he likes being neighbors with Joan Collins. He says he isn't neighbors with Joan Collins. He lives next door to Tina Turner. So I panic -- huge mistake! But Elton saves the day. "Joan Collins, Tina Turner, it doesn't matter. Either way I could borrow a wig," he says. Huge laugh, all because I fucked up. Later he surprised me by blurting out that he's hung like a horse. The camera cuts to me shaking my head: That crazy Elton. What can I do? Of course, I'm delighted that he went too far.
Playboy: That "What can I do?" look resembles a classic take of Jack Benny's. O'Brien: There's an old saying in literature: "Good poets borrow; great poets steal." I think T.S. Eliot stole it from Ezra Pound. Comics steal, too. Constantly. When I watched Johnny Carson, I noticed that he got a few takes from Benny and Bob Hope. When a comedy writer told me how much Woody Allen had borrowed from Hope, I thought, What? They're nothing alike. Then I went back and watched Son of Paleface, and there's Hope, the nervous city guy backing up on his heels, wringing his hands and saying, "Sorry, I'll just be moving along." Now look at early Woody Allen. You see big authority figures and Woody nervously saying, "Look, I'll just be on my way." Of course Woody made it his own, but he must have watched and loved Bob Hope.
Playboy: Who are your role models? O'Brien: Carson. Woody Allen. SCTV. Peter Sellers. When Peter Sellers died I felt such a loss, thinking, There won't be anymore of that. There's some Steve Martin in my false bravado with female guests: "Why, hel-lo there!" And I won't deny having some Letterman in my bones.
Playboy: You were surprise as Letterman's successor. At first you seemed like the wrong choice. O'Brien: I didn't get ratings. That doesn't mean I didn't get laughs. Yes, I had a giant pompadour and I looked like a rockabilly freak. I was too excited, pushed too hard, and people said, "That guy isn't a polished performer." Fine! But it isn't my goal to be Joe Handsomehead cool, smooth talk show host. Late Night with Conan O'Brien is supposed to be a work in progress, and now that we've had some success there's a danger of our getting too polished and morphing into something smoothly professional. Which would suck.
Do you know why I wanted this show? Because Late Night with David Letterman played with the rules and it looked like fun. Here was a place where people did risky comedy every night for millions of people. We had to keep this thing alive. There should be a place on a big network where people are still messing around.
Playboy: How bad were your early days on the show? O'Brien: Bad. Dave left here under a cloud: his fans and the media were angry with NBC. Then NBC picks a guy with crazy hair and a weird name. And the world says, "Harvard? Those guys are assholes." I sincerely hope that the winter of December 1993, our first winter, was the worst time I will ever have. I'd go out to do the warm up and the back two rows of seats would be empty. That's hard to look at. I would tell a joke and then hear someone whisper, "Who's he? Where's Dave?"
Playboy: You had trouble getting guests. O'Brien: Bob Denver canceled on us. We shot a test show with Al Lewis of The Munsters. We did the clutch cargo thing with a photo of Herman Munster. Unfortunately, Fred Gwynne, who played Herman, had recently died, and Al Lewis kept pointing at the screen, saying, "You're dead! I was at your funeral!"
Playboy: For months you got worried notes from network executives. What did they say? O'Brien: They were worried. The fact that Lorne Michaels was involved bought me some time. But Lorne had turned to me at the start and said, "OK, Conan. What do you want to do?" Now television critics were after me and the network was starting to realize what a risk I was. Suggestions came fast and furious. I kept the note that said, "Why don't you just die?"
Playboy: Did they suggest ways to be funnier? O'Brien: They were more specific and tactical. The network gets very specific data. Say there was a drop in ratings between 12:44 and 12:48 when I was talking to Jon Bon Jovi. I'll be told, "Don't ever talk to him again" Or they'll want me to tease viewers into staying with us: "You should tease that -- say, 'We'll have nudity coming up next!'"
Playboy: You did come close to being cancelled. O'Brien: We were cancelled.
Playboy: Really? You have never admitted that. O'Brien: This is the first time I've talked about it. When I had been on for about a year, there was a meeting at the network. They decided to cancel my show. They said, "It's cancelled." Next day they realized they had nothing to put in the 12:30 slot, so we got a reprieve.
Playboy: Were you worried sick? O'Brien: I went into denial. I tried hard not to think, Yes, I'm bad on the air and my show has none of the things a TV show needs to survive. We had no ratings. No critics in our corner. Advertisers didn't like us. Affiliates wanted to drop us. Sometimes I'd meet a programming director from a local station where we had no rating at all. The guy would show me a printout with no number for Late Night's rating, just a hash mark or pound sign. I didn't dare think about that when I went out to do the show.
Playboy: Are you defending denial? O'Brien: How else does anyone get through a terrible experience? The odds were against me. Rationally, I didn't have much chance. Denial was my only friend. When I look back on the first year, it's like a scene from an old war movie: Ordinary guy gets thrown into combat, somehow beats impossible odds, staggers to safety. His buddy say, "You could have been killed!" The guy stops and thinks. "Could have been killed?" he says. His eyes cross and he faints.
Playboy: How did you dodge the bullet? O'Brien: There were people at NBC who stood up for me. I will always be indebted to Don Ohlmeyer, who stuck to his guns. Don said, "We chose this guy. We should stick with him unless we get a better plan." He was brutally honest. He came to me and said, "Give me about a 15 percent bump in the ratings and you'll stay on the air. If not, we're going to move on."
Playboy: Ohlmeyer started his career in the sports division. O'Brien: Exactly, his take was, "You're on our team." Of course, it wasn't exactly rational of Don to hope I'd be 15 percent funnier. It was like telling a farmer, "It better rain this week or we'll take your farm away."
Playboy: What did you say to Ohlmeyer? O'Brien: There wasn't time. I had to go out and do a monologue. But I will always be indebted to Don because he told me the truth. Wait a minute -- you have tricked me into talking lovingly about an NBC executive. Let me say that there were others who were beneath contempt -- executives who wouldn't know a good show if it swam up their asses and lit a campfire.
Playboy: Finally the ratings went your way. Hard work rewarded? O'Brien: Well, I also paid off the Nielsen people. That was $140,000 well spent.
Playboy: Ohlmeyer plus bribery saved you? O'Brien: There was something else. Just when everyone was kicking the crap out of the show, Letterman defended me.
Playboy: Letterman had signed off on NBC saying, "I don't really know Conan O'Brien, but I heard he killed someone." O'Brien: Then I pick up the paper and he's saying he thinks I am going to make it. "They do some interesting, innovative stuff over there," he says. "I think Conan will prevail." And then he came on as a guest. Remember, this was when we were at our nadir. There was no Machiavellian reason for David Letterman, who at the time was the biggest thing in show business, to be on my show.
Playboy: Why did he do it? O'Brien: I'm still not sure. Maybe out of a sense of honor. Fair play. And it woke me up. It made me think. Hey, we have a real fucking television show here.
Of six or seven pivotal points in my short history here, that was the first and maybe the biggest. I wouldn't be sitting here -- I probably wouldn't even exist today -- if he hadn't done our show.
Playboy: The Late Night wars were hardly noted for friendly gestures. O'Brien: How little you understand. Jay, Dave and I pal around all the time. We often ride a bicycle built for three up to the country. "Nice job with Fran Drescher!" "Thanks, pal. You weren't so bad with John Tesh." We sleep in triple-decker bunk beds and snore in unison like the Three Stooges.
Playboy: You talk more about Letterman than your NBC teammate Leno. O'Brien: I hate the "Leno or Letterman, who's better?" question. I can tell you that Jay has been great to me. He calls me occasionally.
Playboy: To say what? O'Brien: (Doing Leno's voice) "Hey, liked that bit you did last night." Or he'll say he saw we got a good rating. I call him at work, too. It can be a strange conversation because we're so different. Jay, for instance, really loves cars. He's got antique cars with kerosene lanterns, cars that run on peat moss. He'll be telling me about some classic car he has, made entirely of brass and leather, and I'll say, "Yeah, man, I got the Taurus with the vinyl." One thing we have in common is bad guests. There are certain actors, celebrities with nothing to say, who move through the talk show world wreaking havoc. They lay waste to Dave's town and Jay's town, then head my way.
Playboy: You must be getting some good guests. Your ratings have shown a marked improvement. O'Brien: Remember, when you're on at 12:30 the Nielsens are based on 80 people. My ratings drop if one person has a head cold and goes to bed early.
Playboy: Actually, you're seen by about 3 million people a night. Your ratings would be even higher if college dorms weren't excluded from the Nielsens. How many points does that cost you? O'Brien: I told you I'm an idiot. Now I have to do math too?
Playboy: Do you still get suggestions from NBC executives? O'Brien: Not as many. The number of notes you get is inversely proportional to your ratings.
Playboy: What keeps you motivated? O'Brien: Superstition. We have a stagehand, Bobby Bowman, who holds up the curtain when I run out for the monologue. He is the last person I see before the show starts, and I have to make him laugh before I go out. It started with mild jabs: "Bobby, you're drunk again." Bobby laughs, "Heehee."" Then it was, "Still having trouble with the wife, Bobby?" But after hundreds of shows, you find yourself running out of lines. It's gotten to where I do crass things at the last second. I'll put his hand on my ass and yell, "You fucking pervert!" Or drop to my knees and say, "Come on, Bobby, I'll give you a blow job!"
"Ha-ha. Conan, you're crazy," he says. But even that stuff wears off. Soon, I'll be making the writers work late to give me new jokes for Bobby.
Playboy: Did you plan to be a talk show host or did you fall into the job? O'Brien: I was an Irish Catholic kid from St. Ignatius parish in Brookline, outside of Boston. And that meant: Don't call attention to yourself. Don't ask for too much when the pie comes around. Don't get a girl pregnant and fuck up your life.
Playboy: Were you an alter boy? O'Brien: I wanted to be an alter boy, but the priest at St. Ignatius said, "No, no. You're good on your feet, kid," and made me a lector. A scripture reader at Mass. He was the one who spotted my talent.
Playboy: What did you think of sex in those days? O'Brien: I was sexually repressed. At 16 I still thought human reproduction was by mitosis.
Playboy: How did you get over your sexual repression? O'Brien: Who says I got over it? My leg has been jiggling this whole time.
Playboy: What were you like in high school? O'Brien: Like a crane galumphing down the hall. A crane with weird hair, bad skin and Clearasil. Big enough for basketball but lousy at it. My older brothers were better. I would compensate by running around the court doing comedy, saying, "Look out, this player has a drug addiction. He's incredibly egotistical."
I was an asshole at home, too. My little brother Justin loved playing cops and robbers, but I kept tying him up with bureaucratic bullshit. When he'd catch me, I'd say, "I get to call my lawyer." Then it was, "OK, Justin, we're at trial and you've been charged with illegal arrest. Fill out these forms in triplicate." Justin was eight; he hated all the lawsuits and countersuits. He just cried.
Playboy: Were you a class clown? O'Brien: Never. I was never someone who walked into a room full of strangers and started telling jokes. You had to get to know me before I could make you laugh. The same thing happened with Late Night. I needed to get the right rhythm with Andy and Max and the audience.
Playboy: So how did you finally learn about sex? O'Brien: My parents gave me a book, but it was useless. At the crucial moment, all it showed was a man and a woman with the bed covers pulled up to their chins. I tried to find out more from friends, but it didn't help. One childhood friend told me it was like parking a car in a garage. I kept worrying about poisonous fumes. What if the fumes build up? Should you shut off the engine?
Playboy: For all your talk about being repressed, you can be rowdy on the air. O'Brien: The show is my escape valve. When I tear off my shirt and gyrate my pelvis like Robert Plant, feigning orgasm into the microphone, that shows how repressed I am -- a guy who wants to push his sex at the lens but can only do it as a joke.
Playboy: Aren't you tempted to live it up? O'Brien: I always imagined that if I were a TV star I would live the way I pictured Johnny Carson living. Carousing, stepping out of a limo wearing a velvet ascot with a model on my arm. Now that I have the TV show, I drive up to Connecticut on the weekends and tool around in my car. I could probably join a free-sex cult, smoke crack between orgies and drive sports cars into swimming pools, and my Catholic guilt would still be there, throbbing like a toothache. Be careful. If something good happens, something bad is on the way.
Playboy: Yet you don't mind licking the supermodels. O'Brien: At one point a few of them lived in my building, women who are so beautiful they almost look weird, like aliens. To me, a woman who has a certain approachable amount of beauty becomes almost funny. It's the same with male supermodels. They look like big puppets. So while I admire their beauty I probably won't be "romantically linked" with a model. I'd catch my reflection in a ballroom mirror and break up laughing.
Playboy: The horny Roy Orbison growl you use on gorgeous guests sounds real enough -- O'Brien: Oh, I've been doing that shit since high school. It just never worked before.
Playboy: Your father is a doctor, your mother an attorney. What do they think of their son the comedian? O'Brien: My dad was the one who told me denial was a virtue. "Denial is how people get through horrible things," he said. He also cut out a newspaper article in which I said I was making money off something for which I should probably be treated. So true, he thought. But when I got an Emmy for helping write Saturday Night Live, my parents put it on the mantel next to the crucifix. Here's Jesus looking over, saying, "Wow, I saved mankind from sin, but I wish I had an Emmy."
Playboy: Ever been in therapy? O'Brien: Yes. I don't trust it. I have told therapists that I don't particularly want to feel good. "Repression and fear, that's my fuel." But the therapists said that I had nothing to worry about. "Don't worry Conan you will always be plenty fucked up."
Playboy: When a female guest comes out, how do you know whether to shake her hand or kiss her? Is that rehearsed O'Brien: No, and it's awkward. If you go to shake her hand and her head starts coming right at you, you have to change strategy fast. I have thought about using the show to make women kiss me, but that would probably creep out the people at home. I decided not to kiss Elton John.
Playboy: Do you get all fired up if Cindy Crawford or Rebecca Romijn does the show? O'Brien: I like making women laugh. Always have, ever since I discovered you can get girls' attention by acting like an ass. That's one of the joys of the show -- I'm working my eyebrows and going grrr and she's laughing, the audience is laughing. It's all a big put-on and I'm thinking. This is great. Here is a beautiful woman who has no choice but to put up with this shit.
But it's not always put on. Sometimes they flirt back. Sometimes there's a bit of chemistry. That happened with Jennifer Connelly of The Rocketeer.
Playboy: One guest, Jill Hennessy, took off her pants for you. Then you removed yours. Even Penn and Teller took off their pants. O'Brien: Something comes over me. It happened with Rebecca Romijn -- I was practically climbing her. Those are the times when Andy and the audience seem to disappear and it's just me and this lovely woman sitting there flirting. I keep expecting a waiter to say, "More wine, Monsieur?"
Playboy: Would you lick the wine bottle? O'Brien: It's true, there's a lot of licking on the show. I have licked guests. I have licked Andy. Comedy professionals will read this and say, "Great work, Conan. Impressive." But I have learned that if you lick a guest, people laugh. If I pick this shoe off the floor, examine it, Hmmm, and then lick it, people laugh. I learned this lesson on The Simpsons, where I was the writer who was forever trying to entertain the other writers. I still try desperately to make our writers laugh, which is probably a sign of sickness since they work for me now. Licking is one of those things that look funny.
Playboy: Johnny Carson never licked Ed McMahon. O'Brien: We are much more physical and more stupid than the old Tonight Show. Even in our offices before the show there's always some writer acting out a scene crashing his head through my door. A behind-the-scenes look at our show might frighten people.
Playboy: One night you showed a doctored photo of Craig T. Nelson having sex with Jerry Van Dyke. Did they complain about it? O'Brien: I haven't heard from them. Of course I'm blessed not to be a part of the celebrity pond. I have a television show in New York, an NBC outpost. I don't run with or even run into many Hollywood people.
Playboy: You also announced that Tori Spelling has a penis. O'Brien: I did not. Polly the Peacock said that.
Playboy: Another character you use to say the outrageous stuff. O'Brien: Polly is not popular with the network.
Playboy: You mock Fabio, too. O'Brien: If he sues me, it'll be the best thing that ever happened. A publicity bonanza: Courtroom sketches of Fabio with his man-boobs quivering, shaking his fist, and me shouting at him across the courtroom. I'm not afraid of Fabio. He knows where to find me. I'm saying it right here for the record: Fabio, let's get it on.
Playboy: Ever have a run-in with an angry celeb? O'Brien: I did a Kelsey Grammar joke a few years ago, something about his interesting lifestyle, then heard through the network that he was upset. He had appeared on my show and expected some support. At this point my intellect says, "Kelsey Grammar is a public figure. I was in the right." Then I saw him in an airport. Kelsey didn't see me at first: I could have kept walking. But there he was, eating a cruller in the airport lounge. I thought I should go over. I said hello and then said, "Kelsey, I'm sorry if I upset you." And he was glad. He looked relieved. He said, "Oh, that's OK." We both felt better.
....See my other post with the last third of the interview

Good Evening,
I'd like to start off by mentioning that I am a 17 year old man, white, 190cm in height - 6"2' almost 6"3', weighing around 60 kg - 120 pounds. I currently live in Europe, precisely - Poland. I do not drink or smoke, no medication outside of the pills that I got prescribed by the doctor who I have visited about this issue.
The root of this issue:
On Wednesday - 22nd of May, I was playing pick up basketball with a couple of friends. This activity was all fun and games until I jumped for a rebound, trying to get the ball for my team from the air, which resulted in me falling on the wrong side of my foot. I would also like to mention that I have rolled my ankle twice before, which was never this severe. 30 minutes after the injury, my mom took me to the ER. I did an x-ray and the doctor told me to not put any pressure or weight on the foot (no walking), and wearing a Walker Boot. I was also prescribed Neoparin - 10 anticoagulant injections, taken daily. We were told that we should schedule another visit 2 days after, once the swelling had shrunk. On the second visit, the doctor examined my foot and determined that the injury is a grade 2 ankle sprain. I was prescribed 2 weeks of no pressure along with still wearing the walker boot, keep doing the injections, along with 2 new medicine - Cyclo3Fort and Reparil. I was also instructed to use the RICE method - Rest Ice Compress Elevate, keeping my foot above my butt, icing my foot every 2 hours for 15 minutes and treating the walker boot like a cast, only taking it off when I shower.
After the first visit in the ER, I took the advice lightly - I wore the walker boot for a long time during the day but I didn't really pay attention to how long my foot was supposed to be in it. I kept my foot elevated for most of the day but I also did not really care that much about it. I didn't ice my foot at all because I found research that icing actually makes the healing process longer.
After the second visit, I really listened to the words of the doctor. I am keeping my foot elevated 95% of the day, I ice every 2-3 hours for 15 minutes. I have my walker boot on also 95% of the day. I also take all of the medicine as im supposed to.
What really worries me is that since I have been doing what my doctor told me to (2 days ago), I get this excruciating pain in my foot and my leg whenever I don't keep my foot elevated. This made showering impossible, going to the toilet and relieving myself really hard - also met with excruciating pain (7/10 on a pain scale) - it honestly feels like if I was getting constantly bitten by a dog. Daily activities like making my breakfast - even simple cereal with milk, are insanely hard to do, with my foot constantly hurting when it's not elevated.
The plus of this is that the swelling that was HUGE, is now moderate. Compared to day 1 it is 80% gone, and even comparing to yesterday - it got better.
I was instructed to keep doing this for 2 weeks - until the time of my next checkup. Surviving like this, until then and even going there seems IMPOSSIBLE.
Thank you so much for taking the time to review and help me with this issue. I also want to say sorry for any bad instances of my use of the english language.
Hope everyone has a great day.

Hi! I'm 28M, I've been eyeing Chicago as a place to at least visit, if not consider to potentially move to in the future. My main goal right now is to experience the city. I would want to do it in a way that largely mirrors a long-term lifestyle, though. So:
I work remotely 9-5. Outside of work, I like more solitary activities like coding, reading, writing, but also like running, bouldering, and playing basketball which I hope could be social activities for me.
I would want to be outdoors a ton, dabble in the food scene- more fast-casual than sit-down, and dabble in the museum/arts/sightseeing as well.
I would check out the nightlife here and there as well.
So I guess this brings me to:
What's the best neighborhood where I could:

1. Go to a wide variety of coffee shops to work, code, write, or read
2. Join a running club and go to a climbing gym
3. Meet people on Bumble BFF and check out cool food/museums/Cubs game/things to do

Honorable mention to doing some shopping and generally being around greenery, or any nature (I guess this lends itself to the lake, but want to keep it open)
Maybe a simple, generic request, but looking for a rather mellow, simple life in Chicago!
Would want to be there for a month, so any FB groups that offer Studio/1 BR sublets would also be helpful! I've joined "Chicago Sublets" and "Lakeview - Housing, Rooms, Apartments, Sublets, Roommates, Chicago." Very open to more recommendations.
I would want to sublet from June 4-June 28.
Anyone else who has a quality, low-key life in Chicago if you want to comment your favorite spots or things to do and just vibe, let me know 😌
Thank you all in advance

I can’t think of a more polarizing person they could’ve forced in on the guys in their finals shows with Turner. Hopefully they just jump to NBC, and this isn’t the end.
I’m just frustrated to have to listen to Draymond’s dramatically biased takes. I don’t respect him as a player, despite the league rewarding his shenanigans consistently. His non-basketball related antics distort how the game is refereed. In just about every game he’s played in. He can’t shoot or score. Basically he’s the best at fouling and playing agro-defense.
Other polarizing characters were used for storylines, but never forced into the public eye like this. We didn’t have to hear Bill Lambier, while he was still playing, broadcasting his opinions on the NBA’s top show. Because, everyone understood he was low key an a**hole. That a guy who pisses most fans off, maybe isn’t a great person to hand a platform.

Alright so I've liked this one guy, let's call him Karl, for about a year, it's nothing serious but basically I have like no shot with this guy (mainly because we've never talked and he's not in any of my classes or my year)...It's what people call a hallway crush. Now because I have no shot with this guy, I have made it so blatantly obvious that I like him, I'd be surprised he doesn't know. Also, from what I know about Karl is decent person, because he's part of a hand-picked group that helps teachers and whatever. I also know Karl plays basketball.
This year, I found out Karl also runs track. How? I run track. I've never seen him before, but apparently he quit and then joined again this year soo. Anyways, he wasn't at practice the 1st day, but the 2nd day at practice I see his ever so familiar face and I'm like "Huh whattt". Just a couple minutes later I look around to make sure I wasn't hallucinating him and he's looking right at me. And you know that thing when someone catches you staring at them and you immediately look away? He does that. (sus). So as the season progresses, I see him everyday at practice and, obviously, nothing happens.
Then one day, at one of our meets (NOT a varsity level meet, so it doesn't do anything for the team or the school), this man sets off SO many red flags. So at the meet, I run the 400 relay. Let me tell you, it was my worst 400 time this entire season, because it was so fxcking cold and I had just done a 200m sprint. My school had 2 teams, which both finished last (because none of the actually good people are willing to do a 400m) After finishing the relay and resting for like a minute, one of my friends (she ran the first leg in the relay) came up to me and said, "So you know Karl? While you were running, he was ranting to his friends, AKA the boys team, about how our school is last because of these slow b-tches". Now this AH KNEW I was running and he knows I like him. What kind of person calls people they don't know AT ALL, especially someone you know likes you, a b-tch?!
I have been glaring at him ever since because he makes my blood boil.....he's still hella fine tho- But no I don't like him anymore. Thanks for listening/reading my Ted Talk