You'd think the band would cut and the Spirit Finger Gals would break to recoil in horror or even, and I know this may be crazy, go see if the guy needs help. But no, they kept right on playing, and the dancers carried on.
Didn't matter to them that the stands were empty and, in all likelihood, even if people were there no one would care about them, probably too busy taking a piss break or waiting in line for beer. Just a bunch of professionals, rocking their shit and carrying on as if this were the big time. And I respect the hell out of them for that. Can't be distracted by a guy plummeting to his likely death, how many people are maimed and injured during a normal sporting event? At least 10 right? You've got to prepare like you've already made it.
Just like the Alt-Tab. Sure we only get like 75 hits a day on a good day, like 4 comments a week, and 1 reader e-mail in the history of reader e-mails. But none of that shit is distracting me. I'm just going to keep going about my business, cursing the bastards among you under my breath that lame me without having the courtesy to make fun of me in the comments section, and blog my ass of a couple hours a day while I'm not at my real job (as well as a couple hours while I'm at my real job).
