Diálogos de verão ou "Aeroplano" revisited
Não sei se é do calor, do sol, do facto de estar pelo menos cinco dias por semana fechado num gabinete ou de todos esses factores ao mesmo tempo, mas os membros deste blogue acabaram de elevar (ainda mais) os seus níveis de insanidade. Este diálogo (que acabou de acontecer) é ilustrativo...
LTN: Wait a minute. I know you. You're Kareem Abdul-Jabar. You play basketball for the Los Angeles Lakers.
GMM: I'm sorry son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the co-pilot.
LTN: You are Kareem. I've seen you play. My dad's got season tickets.
GMM: I think you should go back to your seat now Joey. Right Clarence?
INF: Nahhhhhh, he's not bothering anyone, let him stay here.
GMM: But just remember, my name is ROGER MURDOCK. I'm an airline pilot.
LTN: I think you're the greatest, but my dad says you don't work hard enough on defense. And he says that lots of times, you don't even run down court. And that you don't really try... except during the playoffs.
GMM: The hell I don't. Listen kid, I've been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I'm out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.