Cliff Gardner

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Jump right into my nightmare, the water is warm

I’ve blogged before about what it is like having some of the yokels in our region judge my students, describing it as if Kobe Bryant were taking my daughter to the prom. Well, tomorrow I’m going to drive my daughter to Kobe’s house after he’s had too much to drink, shove her through the front door and sit on the lawn for the next two days. Yes, we’re heading to the Clackamas Community College tournament, which is exactly like the University of Portland tournament except without all of the good judges from Lewis and Clark and Willamette and with a few more ass clowns. Entertainingly enough, we’ve already developed a little signal to use every time something predictably stupid/terrible happens in a round, a signal I’m blatantly stealing from Kristen and David: we cut out a piece from the imaginary misery cake and show our little slice of hell.


  • mmm... cake...

    By Blogger Dave, at 2:25 AM  

  • I'm really stoked you use the cake thing.


    By Anonymous Kristen, at 7:59 AM  

  • Oh dad, you crack me up. All the other girls are at Kobe's house too.

    By Anonymous Tiff, at 12:11 PM  

  • AHAHAHHA, good luck!!!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:33 PM  

  • ok, I'm not anonymous, nor did I click anonumous... whatever :)

    By Anonymous Kim, at 1:34 PM  

  • so... when you get here next wednesday, are you going to want dinner, or dessert, or both, or neither or something entirely not dinner or dessert. let me know because i'll totally whip anything up (keep in mind the vegan gluten free thing though).

    By Anonymous Amy, at 7:15 PM  

  • Hahaha--what a better way to describe the tournament? You have my sympathies, my thoughts, and my prayers!

    By Anonymous Sharl, at 1:10 AM  

  • Haha, I hope that the judges do not turn out to be crazy clowns as you say. :)

    By Anonymous munchmunchahha, at 6:05 PM  

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