The sound of the drums beating in my heart tore me apart. Yup. That’s what happened when I watched the Oklahoma City THUNDAAAAAAAH press conference earlier. Okay, not really. But they did play Thunderstruck, which I totally back on any occasion really. (Aside: No. Seriously, any occasion. How’d you like into your office in the morning with Thunderstruck blaring? Would people take notice and bow the eff down? Hells yes they would. I wish NCSU would grow up and get a clue.)
However, I do not back Clay Bennett, which makes for a difficult juxtaposition between evil and music that is likely evil but which I love. Point of it all: the new NBA team is named the “Thunder”, officially now, their owner is horrible, David Stern is a sellout, their logo sucks b-alls and their theme song rules.
(Oh, also cool: the number one Google search result for ‘Oklahoma City Thunder’? Why … who is that devilishly handsome gentleman in the yellow trucker hat that authored that post? Rock on.)
