I don't get to watch a lot of movies. Unless they are made my Disney, Pixar, or involve light sabers, Indiana Jones, or Transformers I usually miss out unless Ang and I luck out and catch one of the Grandparents in a moment of weakness. If this happens we immediately drop the whirling dervishes off and leave a vapor trail in our wake before they come to their senses and change their minds.
To protect the innocent, actually guilty in this case, I'm not going to mention the website I stumbled across where you could watch movies online that were still in the theater; I'm pretty sure I heard a click on the phone the other day which could have been only static, but my paranoia is telling me it was the Fed's turning on the tape recorder. Anyways, I got to see "Grand Torino" (Clint was epic), Ang got to see "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" (from what I saw it was a big case of the weird) and Ciera watched something with the Jonas Brothers. THAT one I avoided like the plague.
As a Red Sox fan I'm a sucker for the down trodden and the underdog. After years of being tied to the whipping post and always having Lucy pull the football away at the last minute, the Olde Towne Team finally made good. Not only once. But twice.
So tonight I hope to see the Hollywood equivalent of the Boston Red Sox kick the establishment square in the gibleys and walk away with one of those bizarre little statues.
Think of Sean Penn, THE Clint Eastwood, and Brad Pitt as the MFY.
Look at Mickey Rourke and think ALCS 2004.
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