It’s Almost Friday

Actually, for those of you who work in businesses dependent on the stock market or religiously inclined to give you Good Friday off, it may technically be Friday.  (This would include both CuteSports’s and my significant others, but we are not bitter at about it at all, nope.)  Anyway, I had planned to write about actually watching all three NBA playoff games yesterday, but I am struggling to form coherent sentences at this point, and all I can really remember about yesterday’s games is thinking the Thunder’s Serge Ibaka needed to be on this blog.  So, here you go:

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Take Us Out to the (Basket)Ball Game: The Ladies… Do Madison Square Garden

I almost didn’t make it to Wednesday’s Knicks-Hornets game.  First, I had it down on my calendar for Thursday.  Then there was the massive sinus attack that had me spending most of Wednesday afternoon lying flat on my back to keep my head from spinning. At 5:30, I was convinced my immune system had betrayed me. Luckily, the decongestant finally kicked in about half an hour later and I began to feel, if not perfectly healthy, at least capable of sitting upright and watching basketball for a few hours.

It was definitely worth it.  I had been to Madison Square Garden before, but never for a basketball game.  And particularly not a basketball game featuring Amare (over there on the left), Chris Paul, the newly arrived Carmelo, and a surprise mystery guest.  More pictures and details after the jump!

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Hello Carmelo!

Not exactly new news, but with the NBA trade mill in high gear before Thursday afternoon’s impending deadline, I had to show some support for the hometown team.  The Knicks finally got Anthony; Anthony finally got the Knicks.  But it didn’t come without one of the more complicated trade deals that I think I’ve seen.  I reckon this trade might actually get me in to basketball – more on the gains and losses after the break…

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NOT The Sweetest Hangover

Unlike my girl Diana, this is not the sweetest hangover – this is the WORST kind of hangover!

It’s not brought on by copious amounts of Yuengling and Makers Mark.

It’s not accompanied by the Stride of Pride.

It’s not cured by greasy food.

It’s not something that gets worse with age.

It’s a hangover that only comes with the harsh realization… football is OVER until Fall. Continue reading