NBA Wishes and Desert Dreams

As I write this, I am sitting in front of a cactus tree desperately trying to sustain myself by drinking sweat from the bill of my cap. My fiancée Kennedy has been dragged away by a team of ferocious looking squirrels. I would’ve tried to stop them, but I don’t think I would’ve been much help. Oh well… she’ll turn up eventually… I guess…

I’m on vacation, Dear Readers, so you’ll have to forgive my delay in predictions, but please take my word that they have not been changed even though some series have already started (yeah right). Quickly: Pistons over the Magic in 6, Lakers trounce the Jazz in 5, Spurs beat the Hornets in 6 and I’ll take the Celtics in a sweep over the Cavs (because I’m crazy and can’t stand LeBron).

I went to a baseball game on Friday night, my first in the desert. The building looks great (especially considering this is its tenth anniversary) and watching the roof open before the game is really something to see. At one point, Mets hitting coach and 1986 benchwarmer Howard Johnson came running over to where we were standing and started talking to the guy next to us. I patiently waited for him to stop talking so I wouldn’t flash him in the face, but before I could snap a pic an usher told us we had to leave because we didn’t have tickets for that section. That was my brief moment with HoJo. So… not good…

My next post will be more exciting, I promise. Until then, I’ll leave you with a few stunningly silly quotes, courtesy of Kennedy (née Elizabeth):

· “Airplanes should have parachutes for everyone on board just in case something goes wrong.” “But we’re too high in the air… we’d never survive the fall.” “I’d make it.”

· “The second day of vacation is better because you know your way around the hotel.” And then she turned down the wrong hallway.