mr purvis was a good, but not great baller. he had energy, and could score. he also wasn't the sharpest tool on the floor. i think he's got a case of the crankies cuz he spent his entire youth listening to folks telling him that he's great. clock ran out, and he wasn't. gotta blame someone, right?
mr ollie was the coach of a championship ncaa basketball team, which makes him one of aboot 50 or 70 ever on this planet. i looked it up, still true, he was the coach and we did win. great for me, cuz my team won. i think either a mid life crisis (pretty common, they make movies aboot that) or girl troubles, fried his cpu, and he turned into a 'who cares?' kind of bloke. his work, especially recruiting, went straight into the toilet, and so we pulled up the welcome mat, like we're supposed to do. next! he found his juice one more time, and left with an eight figure parting gift, much to the consternation of many here, with people like me not caring either way. and that's like a thousand pages of beagletalk threads i never read, either. that's two big victories in the game of life for him (and 2 for me!). maybe his brain is reset now, too.
my only complaint with mr ko was that getup pictured here a while back, with him wearing clamdigger/highwater/capri pants making him look like urkel. dude, i don't know you.
other than that, all this stuff here sounds like hens squawking in a barnyard. that movie is over, other than the disgruntled being perpetually disgruntled.
