How cheap can you be?
This fucking sucks. I was writing a nice post on the most overrated 12-1 college football team in the history of the sport, the 2007 Kansas Jayahwks, and the stupid WordPress app on my iPad crashed, taking all the work with it. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.
Maybe I’d be better off doing the KU football one on my computer. That way it will autosave. Besides, I’ve still got time for that one.
I am having a terrible, terrible time of it. I had hell to go through yesteday at the driver’s license bureau in Hays. I didn’t have the proper documents. The REAL ID law, which took effect for Kansas driver’s licenses August 1, is complicated. I had to go to Hays because in Russell, you can only take care of your driver’s license EVERY OTHER WEDNESDAY. That’s it. Thank you, Sam Brownback, for being such a tight-fisted asshole that rural residents either have to drive long distances to renew their licenses, or have to do it on a particular day, which may or may not be convenient for them.
Kansas is also cheap because it won’t give you a new license immediately. You have to get a temprorary one on a thermal sheet of paper and it is mailed to you two weeks later. What is this, a 1990 fax machine? Kansas is too cheap to purchase laminating machines to do it then and there? In Louisiana, I walked out with my new license card a few minutes after filling out hte paperwork and taking a new picture.
I don’t know if Brownback belongs on the Mount Rushmore of cheapskates, but he certainly is in the running.
I would definitely have include Charles O. Finley, the former owner of the Athletics who screwed his players royally by serverely underpaying them, which in turn led to pitiful teams, save for the teams which won three consecutive World Series from 1972-74, and that was only because most of the players came up through the team’s farm system. When it came time to pay Reggie Jackson, Sal Bando, Vida Blue, Rollie Fingers and the others, they all bolted, knowing Finleey was a cheap bastard.
Another person who would be etched in granite on the Mount Rushmore of cheap bastards is Joe Dean, LSU’s athletic director from 1987-2000. His penny pinching ways fucked LSU fans over good, giving them football coaches Curley Hallman and Gerry DiNardo, and men’s basketball coach John Brady. Thank God for Mark Emmert. Emmert, who became LSU’s chancellor in 1999, told Dean in no uncertain terms he was conduing the search for the coach to replace DiNardo, which led to Nick Saban leaving Michigan State for Baton Rouge and LSU’s program returning to college football’s upper crust. Had Dean been allowed to hire DiNardo’s replacement, who knows what would have happened.
I’d have to seriously consider Royals owner David Glass, who ran the team like a Walmart store. Walmart is known for cheap shit, and the Royals were pretty much the same until recently.
At least I have a few weeks to take care of the driver’s license. It’s aggravating nonetheless.