Black Thought II
The trials and tribulations of a 23-year-old college student who in his head thinks he's already a star in the journalism world. Ok, ok, maybe not a star...
I enjoy the random drunk phone call.
Usually they come from Hassan, which I have made a pattern of saving them on my voicemail for when I'm in need of a quick, cheap, laugh.
But I got a phone call this morning at 9AM and I'm thinking who the hell could be calling me on a Sunday morning.
I roll over and see that it's my cousin calling me. And for a quick second I forgot she wasn't in New York so I answered.
Me: "Hello"
Her: "Hey, are you awake"
Let me stop here.
Why do people feel the need to ask me if I'm awake after they know they just woke me up from my sleep. Of course I'm not awake. Why would I be up at 9AM on a Sunday where there is 27 inches of snow outside.
Ok, back to the story.
Me: "Hey, what's going on"
Her: "I need you to tell me if this guy we just dropped off is really a football player or not" "You know all those things."
Me: "Ok, who was it"
Her: "Demeterius McCrary"
For a minute, the sports genius was stumped. I couldn't think of a Demeterius McCray and I was all set to call bullshit on her so called NFL player, even though players were in town for the Pro Bowl.
Me: "What team did he say he played for"
Her: "The Atlanta Falcons, #44"
Me: "You mean Fred McCrary"
Her: "Yeah!"
From here on out, I laughed at her for giving a ride to a veteran fullback, who was married with two kids.
If it were Michael Vick, that's one thing. But Fred McCrary?!?
I then went to find his bio and ran through it with my cousin and found out during his free time, he enjoys bass fishing.
That's all you need to know about Mr. McCrary.
Me: "I'm going back to sleep, call me back when you pickup a household name."
Usually they come from Hassan, which I have made a pattern of saving them on my voicemail for when I'm in need of a quick, cheap, laugh.
But I got a phone call this morning at 9AM and I'm thinking who the hell could be calling me on a Sunday morning.
I roll over and see that it's my cousin calling me. And for a quick second I forgot she wasn't in New York so I answered.
Me: "Hello"
Her: "Hey, are you awake"
Let me stop here.
Why do people feel the need to ask me if I'm awake after they know they just woke me up from my sleep. Of course I'm not awake. Why would I be up at 9AM on a Sunday where there is 27 inches of snow outside.
Ok, back to the story.
Me: "Hey, what's going on"
Her: "I need you to tell me if this guy we just dropped off is really a football player or not" "You know all those things."
Me: "Ok, who was it"
Her: "Demeterius McCrary"
For a minute, the sports genius was stumped. I couldn't think of a Demeterius McCray and I was all set to call bullshit on her so called NFL player, even though players were in town for the Pro Bowl.
Me: "What team did he say he played for"
Her: "The Atlanta Falcons, #44"
Me: "You mean Fred McCrary"
Her: "Yeah!"
From here on out, I laughed at her for giving a ride to a veteran fullback, who was married with two kids.
If it were Michael Vick, that's one thing. But Fred McCrary?!?
I then went to find his bio and ran through it with my cousin and found out during his free time, he enjoys bass fishing.
That's all you need to know about Mr. McCrary.
Me: "I'm going back to sleep, call me back when you pickup a household name."
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