Imodium May Have a New Spokesman


Today, the kind of thing that can sure make you laugh.  Don’t we all need a little laughter?  Hurricane Ike is causing the oil companies to lose their minds again and gas prices are through the roof today.

Here in the Carolinas, there is gas rationing –  limit of $40 per customer.  What will that get you?  About 3 gallons?  Anyway, I digress.  On with the reason for this post.

Steve Smith has been writing a blog for Athletes United for Youth.  Boy oh boy, did he write a good one for today.

"And when Dante Rosario caught that game-winning pass, I was just getting off the freeway to my house. They were like “ROSARIO! TOUCHDOWN!” and I was like, “YES!” I almost pooped on myself. After the game some of the guys called me. By the time I got home, I had been driving so long, I shut it down. I had a lot of messages and texts from guys when I got up the next morning. It made me feel I was a part of it. I don’t know how much they knew exactly what they did meant to me, but it made me feel a part of that win."

Man, do a couple of things stand out at you on this?  WHEW!

First, he nearly pooped himself.  Um, Steve, are you okay, man?  That game was exciting but I’m not sure it was that exciting.  I might have had to replace a lamp that got knocked over when I jumped up out of my seat after that last play but I can’t say that I nearly pooped myself.

Next, I caught the mention of text messages going back and forth between Smitty and his teammates.  I hate to bring this up but I thought he wasn’t supposed to have any contact with the team during this suspension.

"As I was coming home, I was texting the team manager and asking what was going on. Once, I had to stop and get gas. It was fourth and 1. I texted and asked, ‘What the heck are we doing?’ I came back and we had three points."

Texting the team manager?  Steve, why did you admit to this?  Even if it’s not against the rules during the suspension, it makes it look like you’re staying in touch when you’re not supposed to.  Bad move man.

I hope nothing comes of this and, most of all, I hope you were able to regain control of your bodily functions.

Here’s to having you back with the team next week, Smitty.  The Imodium is in the mail.