I remember a simpler time when the only “banks” I cared about left the dreaded “Hawks” to play for a motley crew of ragamuffin ice hockey rejects in a heartwarming triumph of the underdog last ditch effort to resurrect Emilio Estevez’s career (You can’t tell whether I am talking about Emilio or his character. Ahhh, if only there was only a saying about life and its relation to art.)
Back then, all we cared about was whether Banks could rotate that hockey stick in the tense moments before the championship game. “See Coach Bombay, I can play.” After that, we just knew everything was gonna be okay.
This was a time when Dawson’s Creek was only known as a river where some kid drowned back in the 80’s. A simpler time, if you will.
Those days are gone. What we are left with is The Skulls, Two And A Half Men and Heavyweights. Wait, Heavyweights spawned MTV’s True Life: I Am Going To Fat Camp. Nevermind, take it off the list.
Anyways, it is only logical that financial institutions in this country would be next to fall. And, it also follows that the fall of so many banks would create a ripple effect in the bank-robbing market. It’s official: banks have now screwed everybody.