Fools know rules but the rest keep bouncin' back

That's right, kids, "Danger beyond this point." Don't test me. You can't arrest me. I fake right and then I shoot lefty. Yes, the Beastie Boys and I want to let you know that a Zion's Park hike had the real deal on display. I don't know when I suddenly became the "real deal" (probably when I stepped beyond that sign), but it looks as if I'm legitimate and that I'm just going to have to learn to accept the fact.

On to un-lame things? Sorry, not on this mediocre blog. When I was a young man a band came out that ended up being pretty dang influential. I don't know, you may have heard of them. Nirvana, anyone? I hated them. Kurt Cobain's slurred lyrics (marvelously lampooned by Weird Al) and the super grunge sound held no appeal for me. But there was this one song.... It had the catchiest melody I'd ever heard in a rock song. I don't know where I'd heard it, but it always seemed that radios didn't play it. Maybe I heard it from Jack. Regardless, I'd always pay attention whenever a Nirvana song was played in hopes of finding out what song had me so mysteriously captivated. I never heard it. I didn't know any of the lyrics so I couldn't look it up. My horrible singing of the melody even eluded the hard corest of fans that were so eager to help me out. I was close to giving up until I heard "Grandma Take Me Home." Close, but no cigar. I did give up. Then I was looking at a bunch of band websites trying to see who had new stuff coming out soon. Straylight Run was an enigma but they did have news: they'd played a Nirvana song, "Drain You," at some of their shows and they recognized that people really liked it. So, they recorded it and offered it as a free download on their site. It's still there. If you want it you can go there and get it. I was thrilled because the song was great and Straylight Run adds some of their little flairs to it. What a great ending to an eleven year long story.

On to basketball. Here's the difference between the Jazz and everyone else in the West. The Hornets played in Miami last night and, despite being away and against D-Wade, won when it counted. The Jazz, on the other hand, let the Timberwolves (THE TIMBERWOLVES!!!) run all over them at home when it counted. I don't know how serious these Jazz players are. It's a darn good thing that we clinched a playoff spot before the Mavericks did because we could have let the Suns saunter on up and steal our spot. (Not really. Sorry Bart, but that drubbing by the Mavs was embarrassing. Hopefully we don't get the same treatment tonight.) All in all, my team just isn't as fun to watch as earlier in the season. Then: we had guys stepping up to fill in for our constant injuries. Now: we have full health and no pulse. Before we clinched I made fun of a certain advertising scheme in Salt Lake. Billboards had a picture of a Jazz player and would read, "Want Jazz playoff tickets? Buy season tickets." With the way we were playing I was convinced that we wouldn't make it and would therefore change the sign in my mind to say: "Want playoff tickets? So do the Jazz." Well, now that we're there, maybe we can step it up. Again, sorry Bart.

And I'm off to school. Back to school. Back to school. To prove to dad that I'm not a fool. I got my lunch packed up and my shoes tied tight. I hope I don't get in a fight. Oh... I'm done.