a very strange thing
happened to brain this morning
a very strange thing
Based on the headline I saw the other day that read: “A Very Strange Thing Happened To The Brain Of Brian Windhorst This Morning. Very Strange.“
It was a story about a trade in the NBA from a blog where the writer got rolling in the style of someone I know who uses the perpendicular pronoun, I.
This feller, Chris Thompson, produced this paragraph.
Do you see it? Do I have to map it out for you? The Utah Jazz, by trading away a guy who scored seven points per game last season, have left an unmistakable clue for those with their third eyes open that, ah, hmm. That a team with a new general manager and a new head coach and an unhappy vibe and a track record of playoff disappointment might be engaged in a little bit of an offseason makeover? Wow, yeah, actually I am having a hard time getting super worked-up over this, uh, revelation.
This was trying to explain the strange thing, the very strange thing that happended to poor Brian Windorst’s brain.
I am trying to figure out what strange thing, what very strange thing happens to most folks brains these days.
I am trying to figure out what strange thing, what very strange thing happens to my brain when I wake up.
I DO need someone to see it.
I DO need someone to map it out for me.
For other reasons, I feel like the Grand Vizier. who in the story, never left an audience with Sultan without touching his head to make sure it was still on his shoulders.
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