(from left to right : troubled All-Pro offensive lineman, delicious frozen treat)
With the news that former Raiders C Barret Robbins is about to get some long overdue treatment for his bipolar disorder, I would like to make the following plea to his friends, family and supporters:
Don’t write to me about it. Believe it or not, this blog is not a guest book to leave messages for Barret Robbins. It isn’t even a place to leave messages for Baskin-Robbins. If you want to correspondent with Mr. Robbins, this might be the single worst place on earth to do so. And that goes double for any of you trying to get in touch with Carmelo Anthony or the members of Huckapoo.
I guess that means you can’t give Mackey Sasser’s forwarding address, then.
I certainly can. Not to you, however.
You know, I’ve been wondering how CSTB got to be the de facto Huckapoo guestbook when that gig might have gone to a blog that would appreciate it more. It doesn’t seem fair.
Daniel,
my much better half is far more qualified than I to give a lecture on how Google works and why if you type “Huckapoo” into said search engine, CSTB will pop up pretty close to the top despite having little to no original content on the ladies. All of those daily updates about Jamal Crawford being a worse shot than John Hinckley Jr. have some side benefits, apparently.