I was on the bus home tonight and taking notice that my Sidekick screen, while still far from OK, was looking dramatically less horrible than it had the night before. Then the backlight winked and flickered and went out and it has yet to return. Boo, or should I say "boo." I think my Sidekick is H-H-H-HAAAAAUNTED.
The Kings are here in my city but I'm here in my house and not there at the game. Brad is having an off night and it's clearly because he's wondering where I am so he can tell me to lay off his hair. (By the way, I figured it out: He's growing it out? I think. I'll expound on this later. Don't think I've forgotten this. I could never forget.)
Kevin Martin is like a BAT. One of the commentators just said "He looks like El DeBarge," and now I'm laughing.
We turned to watch the beginning of the Sonics opener during the commercial break. They were introduced to "Run Like Hell." This is also hilarious, much like the Heat getting their rings to the Rod Stewart version of "This Old Heart of Mine," because if any song is gonna pump you up it's THAT. I hope the Mavericks stop coming out to "Eminence Front" for how dare they steal my song.
I really can't stand the Timberwolves, and they're probably going to win this game now, and Mike Bibby got ejected for yakking at the refs (by logic of which Kevin Garnett would have been ejected in the first quarter) and I can't stop making Eddie Griffin jokes and I hate. I don't hate Eddie Griffin jokes, though. They're always funny. Much like yellng "OHHHHH DONALD" every time you see Pau Gasol rocking the beard.
I opened a rather extravagantly priced bottle of icewine yesterday and I believe the right to finish it off has been earned. I'll save some for Brad--someone tell him to come over.
Andrew Bogut is wearing a Flashdance headband, I swear:
See? That's truth.