Join us Friday afternoon as we gear up for second installment of the Crosstown Classic this weekend. Brendan and I are both attending the game, although not together. It’s nothing personal to Brendan, but at the Crosstown, it’s business. You can’t be hanging with the enemy at your own base. That, and if we lose, I don’t want to become the target of Uncle Greasy’s drunken taunting. Some of the things he says never stop hurting.

I can officially report that Brendan has received the keys to his new apartment(check out today’s show if you don’t know what I’m talking about), which means that my dream of having bunked-beds and bunked-couches has officially come to an end. Although I enjoy the novelty of the idea of Brendan and I living together in such close quarters here, I don’t think it really would have worked. We’re just two very different people. Allow me to illustrate:

Matt vs. Brendan
Sox - Cubs
Briefs - Boxers
Duff - Lohan
Wilco - R. Kelly
Coke - Pepsi

Trojan - None
Ashley Olson - Mary Kate Olson
Apple - Doesn’t own a computer made before 1990
Suri Cruise - Zahara Jolie-Pitt
Pornotube - YouPorn
Budweiser - Miller
Home Alone - Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

I could go on for days. As you can tell, it would be nearly impossible to co-exist in one apartment. For now, we shall remain friends, and not roommates. Plus, these dudes in the picture of the bunked-couch I found have kind of ruined the dream for me. That picture looks like some kind of really weird, nerdy, gay, grandpa porn waiting to happen. Not having a bunked-couch might be the best idea I've ever had.