hockey mom booed at opening night of hockey season

the problem with hanging out with boston kids is they dont wanna party, even if youre in vegas, until their beloved red sox finish their silly playoff game.

while in my room eating lettuce wraps and clicking around the web, i saw on Digg that sarah palin was booed tonight in philly.

so i clicked around the web and in no time i had a little post for the Fabulous Forum blog.

whats amazing is i was under the impression that Palin was supposed to be the Fan Favorite, in a way, the one who wouldnt get booed at a hockey game, the one who would go on tv and youd smile and say, “yeah that is a big tent the GOP has.”

but it seems to have turned out that the McCain folks dont want her to talk to the press any more, and now when she even shows her face shes getting booed.

a real maverick woulda flipped em the bird, me thinks.

at this point id like to link to a recent post by our pal xTx but because im trying to keep this blog PG i will encourage you to find the blog/post your self so you can see a true maverick at work.

dont ask me how i got here

dont ask me who im with.

dont ask me how long ive known her.

dont ask me what we did last night.

dont ask me what happened this morning.

dont ask me why pf changs was a great idea for room service. dont ask me why it was phoned but it never arrived.

dont ask me why my hands smell of stripper. dont ask me why i washed them. dont ask me why that aroma is so unique and so pervasive and so only found on said professionals.

dont ask me why it isnt somehow bottled, even though its clearly bottled *somewhere*

dont ask me how many beers i had last night. dont ask me why they were whoppingly expensive but still cheaper than at a Lakers or Dodger game.

dont ask me if i believe anyone who says im cute.

dont ask me how much i love valet parking.

dont ask me why we are here during the coldest day of the year. dont ask me if its symbolic of something.

dont ask me what i think is humans greatest acheivement (french fries).

dont ask me how relieved i am that i sold most of my stocks last week.

dont ask me if ive showered today. dont ask me if i plan on taking an actual bath today.

dont ask me if i feel better today than i have in a very long time (well, since monday)

dont ask me if i want to make something called October Surprise.

dont ask me why i ate cheetos for breakfast.

dont ask me how relieved i am that i woke up alone at noon.

dont ask me where she went. dont ask me if im secretly hoping shes flying home right now. dont ask me if i still believe that honesty is the best policy.

dont ask me if you look fat in those booty shorts.