Tuesday, May 22
“I wanna be a rock star.”
Tonight we’re hitting up Camden Yards for the O’s/Jays game.
So again, the lottery is tonight, and it’s too bad I won’t be able to see it (although I’m getting real-time updates from my Pops, so it’s not all that bad…although if we do take it down, I want to see Tommy Henisohn’s reaction, because you know it’s going to be priceless). Never in my life have I ever thought that finishing second was ever going to be so sweet, but I’m being completely serious when I say that if we survive until #2, I will be just as happy as if we got #1. Although I like Oden a lot, him and Durant are tied for first on my list, so there’s no real losing here. The franchise is going to change regardless. I don’t care how “deep” they say this draft is, if we don’t get Oden or Durant, I’ll be devastated, because it could signal another relapse for the franchise. If ever we needed something to happen to us, it’s this. You may think I’m taking this too seriously, but I swear to you, if these two things happen:
1.) We don’t go #1 or #2 and
I will disown the Celtics. I swear I’ll do it. That would be a bigger blow than Len Bias and Tim Duncan ever will be. You want to talk about running a franchise into the ground. I don’t care if Noah is the next Kevin McHale, they are not going to put me in a position to root for Noah…it’s not happening. I’ll become a Bobcats fan, I don’t care. If you go for a
Alright gang, sorry for the short report, but my laptop battery is running low, and I’m out of ideas anyway, so that combination is going to let me wish you all a good night and pleasant travels. Peace.