Comparing The Cases Of Carmelo Anthony And The Jersey Shore
(Aaron's note: This article was written and in the process of being edited when news broke mid-day Friday that a deal had been struck in principle between the Nets and Nuggets to trade Carmelo Anthony to New Jersey. Obviously, when it was written, there was no news of the reported deal.
While that news impacts the thesis of this column, hopefully it won't impact your enjoyment.)
Within the past week, I inadvertently used the same joke twice (What can I say, I’m funny like that).
It started on Wednesday, when Yahoo.com's Adrian Wojnarowski reported that the on again, off again, on again, off again, negotiations between the Denver Nuggets and New Jersey Nets over Carmelo Anthony were on again. Apparently this time, the Nets decided to take Devin Harris out of their trade proposal, and instead substitute the Six Flags in Jackson into their package, along with Derrick Favors and a slew of draft picks. Who knew?
Of course with the never ending ‘Melo-drama taking a new spin, I- like so many unfunny sportswriters- took to Twitter and said the following, “This story is like Groundhog Day…Only not funny.”
Well, unbeknownst to me, I used the same analogy when texting my buddy about Jersey Shore on Thursday night. For those of you who missed the episode, it was really no different than any of the last four (well, except this one had more poop jokes): Ronnie and Sammi can’t live together. They got into a fight. Sammi moved out. Then Ronnie felt bad and missed her. Now he can’t live without her. Tell me where you’ve heard that one before? It’s like I said, it’s Groundhog Day. Only not funny.
But then something strange happened. As I laid in bed last night, I began to realize that wait a second… these two situations actually do have quite a bit common.
Here are 10 Things I came up with…
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