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Another reward for us long-time fans.

Definitely...DMB is up to 58 from 45 last year, and they're known for "fair" prices.

Fun Fact: Mormons can't drink alcohol or caffeine, but they CAN drink Pepsi.

Lakers really fucked up letting Tyronn Lue go.

Concur.

You got it. And thanks Edwin, I actually do appreciate the help.

Kibagami and Marney represent exactly the type of arrogance that keeps me far away from any english department ("good they don't want you"). The whole point of this thread is for people who write to post their work and possibly get feedback. "You suck, I'm so much better but I'm not going to prove it" is not constructive, K. I'm still going continue posting my poetry here. If anyone offers constructive criticism after reading my entire poem, I'll gladly consider it. I hope others will do the same.

Again, Marney, post just one of your superbly crafted poems and there will be no problem. Speaking of superbly crafted poetry... (Also, if you can't see the lightheartedness in comments like the above and "my kick-ass poetry", that's your own problem.) The Darkness of Disappointment The darkness of disappointment descending around me, My head is down, my eyes are low, how could this ever be? Falling through the depths of grief, I feel unable to cope As I can see only the flaws in personality. With difficulty, I sense the light, the glimmer of hope. I push the pain down too deep, hoping to smother the wound, My flaw is in attempting to find the closure too soon. The right words will be said, causing emotion to burst out, Though feeling despair, the tears will be an ultimate boon. Certain to bring recovery, they wash away self-doubt. My therapy is the cleansing tear, the water of life, It greets me at the events of love, happiness, and strife. My action is in giving to others that which I love, The sadness can still hit home, like the biting of a knife, But I will show a spirit of strength, I will rise above. The Sun Break of dawn, The sun rises as a golden opportunity. A sweet song, Unwritten melodies, all the possibilities I know I can achieve. At high noon The sun beats down on me; I feel the world's weight. I hope soon, With adversity staring me in the face, I'll know I can believe. The sun sets As its light turns dark clouds into beauty. I will let Its serenity truly envelop me I know I still believe.

The only team that can beat LA is San Antonio. Payton can still guard Bibby, and Minnesota couldn't beat the Lakers even with the series of Troy Hudson's life. Tony Parker, however, is a completely different story. Granted, the Lakers' defense yesterday was totally uninspired, but he will give them fits no matter what. That Kobe, Payton, Fisher backcourt better get cohesive. If they do, I would pick the Lakers in 7.

A pretentious english major in this or some past life? Taste... my ass... Your loss. Try me.

Same here. 'cept I also don't care what criticisms I get from an insecure, lesbian Republican who's too afraid to match up with my kick-ass poetry.

Care to share some of your poetry?

Funniest thing from you ever, T.

If there isn't a foul called every single time Shaq shoots, then the officiating is biased against the Lakers.

I can't stand cookie-cutter Torrie either but Gail is a complete butter-face. Trish is fine, but I would have liked Victoria only b/c she's newer blood.

Us We build our spirits on trust With all the love we can send, And on approach of the end Our focus falls upon us. He expects no thought of return For the love he generated. At commencement of the fated, His focus falls upon her. She never reveals on a whim Feelings and pressures of her heart. The moment she gives them a start Her focus falls upon him. We give to life what we must, As we deal with circumstance. But when time gives us a chance, Our focus falls upon us. I grow discouraged but renew, At the sight of your face I rejoice, And brighten at the sound of your voice. My focus falls upon you. You always delight to see The presence in which I give A place that is sensitive. Your focus falls upon me. We build our spirits on trust With all the love we can send, And on approach of the end Our focus falls upon us.

Typical Kings Fan complaints...

How many times do we each need to state our opinion on gay marriage before the threads stop?

The problem, Tyler, is that SJ's arguments consist of tested theories and proven facts... you know, hard evidence... whereas yours are, "blahblahblahblah MARKET INEFFICIENCY~! blahblahblahblah".

I can't think of a single, brainless moron who would expect a company to stop trying to make money simply because they already have a lot of it...

Any time, Rip.

Off topic... What exactly is negative about that?

Chris Webber is the same surly loser he's always been, and their team chemistry is better without him. NCM, the difference b/t last nite & the first 2 games is that every player on both teams was available to play except Bobby Jackson. Also, I can't believe how whiny the Kings and their fans are. I guess you missed Malone's 2 early fouls, Webber's flagrant being charged to Peja, and Shaq shooting 3 FTs the entire game. BTW, the Kings had 4 less fouls and shot 2 more FTs than the Lakers.

I'll break out the love poem later... instead here's one inspired by my grandpa: My Trees My trees sit just outside my picture window. They are my constant, my link to God's nature, Greeting me as I wake to the break of day, Sending me to sleep when the sun goes away. From their beauty, my eyes will never avert The calming vision that forever will show. The tree is my own personal picture frame. Our roots, setting the stage for those who follow, With rings, marking trial and tribulation Helpless to dry this soul of jubilation. Our branches, shelter of the fragile below, With greenery, vibrant life that won't be tamed. Changing gloomy shadow to relaxing shade, they please. I will never forget their wonderful sight, my trees.

I'm getting into writing poetry and wondered if there were others that wanted to post their poems and get feedback...