kookieness during the nba finals

i wasnt sure ill be catching the 9am tipoff, because of the late night thing, but i caught the game from the start thanks to my new neighbor kookie, who says her finger is sore from all the constant pressing of my doorbell to wake me up and watch the game with her. A few of her painful observations

--after the first few minutes
clockwork: boston is going to take it-u could see that they want it more than the lakers
kookie: yeah, theyve been sweating more..its like the first 2 minutes, and kg is sweating like he just came off the sauna... gross!

--boston up by something like 10 after the 1st
clockwork: u can call this over, the margin of turnover of both teams is getting wider
kookie: oh shit, speaking of turnover, u wants some? i think i have some tuna turnover in my fridge

--halftime (during the locker room speeches)
kookie: why does phil jackson still have to tell his team that they shouldnt give up and to exert more effort
clockwork: these players need to get motivated somehow
kookie: these nba ballers are so spoiled, they get paid so much for doing so little
clockwork: arent u like the same?, u work as a consultant doing almost nothing and still getting paid more than normal
kookie: but i look like im working hard in doing it, theres a difference!

--after ray allen was left open for the hundreth time
clockwork: why do they keep this guy open all the time!, dammit lakers
kookie: who are u rooting for anyway?
clockwork: well boston, im just saying that its the finals and the lakers should be better than this..wait, who are u rooting for?
kookie:im rooting for the team who wins the championship

--during one of the timeouts/commercial breaks
kookie: do players go to the bathroom as well during timeouts
clockwork: im not sure
kookie: i have yet see a game where a player leaves the court and go to the locker room during a timeout
clockwork: they probably do all their pissing before the game and during halftime
kookie: but they drink all that gatorade though, i guess my nba career is over, my bladder is like a slurpy machine in a crowded 7-11 store on a hot summer day

--on seeing cassel on the sidelines cheering
kookie: who is that guy with the funny looking head celebrating on the sideline
clockwork: thats sam cassel
kookie: why the fuck is he celebrating when i havent seen him playing on the floor yet
clockwork: well, he played a couple of minutes the past few games, backing up rondo
kookie: a players time to celebrate should be directly proportional to the minutes he played in this series, i think its only fair
clockwork: so thats what like, around 15 minutes total?
kookie: yeah, thats enough time for 2 beers and a slice of party cake


--on boston finally winning
koookie: yay, i feel so happy for them..look look, all their kids are with them
clockwork: u mean their illegitimate kids
kookie: what do u mean?
clockwork: i read somewhere that more than 50% of these players kids are born out of wedlock
kookie: i was born out of wedlock
clockwork: really?
kookie: no, but it sounds so much cooler


--on me telling her that im leaving for work
kookie: its 12 and you're still going to work?
clockwork: i have real grown up stuff to do unlike being a consultant
kookie: i take offense in that statement
clockwork: so what are u doing today?
kookie: im going to watch a few dvds, wait for my mom to call me and will probably visit a friend afterwards
clockwork: and...?
koookie: ur right, i dont have real stuff to do *high five*


its always nice to know that i met kookie when the nba finals was about to end, that watching the whole game experience with her was a good exercise of patience and restraint in my part, good thing those tuna turnovers were juicy.