Caught some earlier on my way home from the gym, and in a conversation about the Bulls brass "getting it" and an organization like the White Sox "not getting it" [being able to accept suckage in return for higher draft picks], Dan decided to bust out a Don Quixote reference, to remind the plebians that he went to Duke, he's more well-read than you are, and thus his opinions on sports exist on a higher plane of intellectual discourse than you can possibly imagine:
Senor wrote:
"...They say it's admirable to go for it. But you know what, Don Quixote always went for it, too, and the windmills weren't real...
Then, in the next breath:
Senor wrote:
I should say that his foes weren't real, they were actually windmills.
So, Dan's own attempt at displaying his literary prowess falls absolutely flat on its face, because he can't even get the metaphor right.
The best part is that he had to have consciously pushed aside other, pedestrian, perfectly-suited references to get to a novel written in 17-century Spain, just because he wanted to make a reference so profound, that the mopes and dopes listening would have to go to the Google Machine to understand what Dan Bernstein said to them, then stand in awe of his Big Brain....and then he fucked it up.
