Sunday, February 15, 2009
You Can Take A Horse To Water But You Can't Make Him Drink
I got the feeling watching this clip that Beckett would have rather walked over a burning football field filled with broken glass than sat there and answered some of the most inane questions this side of your average Al Roker interview.
What stands out even more than that?
He actually went 9 minutes and 52 seconds without dropping the F-bomb on some idiot reporter.
Why did I just link another video from the Globe tonight instead of trying to post something new? Without going into too much detail (I'm not sure my head could take much more) I'll give you a brief transcript of what happened about 6:30 tonight.
I'm in the living room, Ang is in the kitchen, and the boys are in the toy room; I should have known something was up. It was entirely too quiet.
Rakes: "Mom! Trot has got a really bad poopy, it's all over the floor, and he's got his hands in it. And will you please turn the tv back on now, buddy?"
I'm pretty sure I blacked out for the next 15 minutes or so.