Okay, people. I can only liken my situation at the field yesterday to
Nick Nolte's character in Hotel Rwanda. Everyone else abandoned me,
but I am still out there, ready to play frisbee, rescue Hutus,
whatever. I refuse to see our Sunday game die without a fight. If i
have to be the last one there when the Tutsis come with their
machetes, then so be it. i will stand my ground. I will not look
away as genocide happens. Never again, my friends, never again. I
will not go to the Rose Bowl game. I can't. I mean, i generally
dislike you guys, but i can't start all over again with a new group of
people to dislike. Plus, someday I'll talk to the girl with the big
dog and her mom in the Eternal Leg Cast and then we will get married
and don't you all want to be invited? Yes, yes you do. Cuz there
will be bridesmaids. So there.

So, Sunday, I expect to see people, ready to play, at 2:30. No
excuses. No "I have babies now" or "It's too hot" or "I live in New
Orleans". None of which should conflict with frisbee. I myself have
a guinea pig to hug but I tear myself away for a few hours of disc.
You can too. You must. Think of the African babies.

Unless, of course, there are hot chicks at the Rose Bowl Game. In
that case, I'm going to Pasadena.

Rosie


PS. Don't forget I'm doing a FREE show at the Hollywood Improv Sunday
night at 7. (Well, it's free if you email me beforehand. Otherwise,
it's 10-15 bucks. something like that.) Please let me know if you're
coming so I can get you on the list.