A chronicle of my fourth journey into overpriced room service, no sleep and incidental sporting events.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The fuse is lit, baby
Only a week until my departure for the big show.
My Olympic credentials have been delivered. But no travel documents yet. God bless you Comcast. I've been with NBC for over 30 years and I've learned that each successive management team is a bigger bunch of pinheads than the last. Darwin was wrong.
Prepare yourself for 3+ weeks of my relentless whining. Especially if I actually get there. Mind you, as I write this I'm in my optimistic pre-Olympic mood. Wait until I'm exhausted and fed up. Which should take all of three days.
Keep the faith America, everything is going to be great.
Yours truly,
The Dalai Lama
(note observant follower at right)
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