The Good
What else did you think the good would be? That would be the Celtics beating the Cavaliers and sending the city of Cleveland into a frenzy and the New York media more aflitter than Chris Matthews was oogling the Obama's before the election.
Well, at least this Celtics fan knew what was up. Reading the headlines and articles this morning, you'd have thought that LeBron played the C's 1 on 5 without any help from his teammates or that the C's were actually any good. I could break it down, but what for? If you saw game 5, then you saw the potential end of an era in Cleveland, an aged but battle-tested team, and a very athletic and talented young man start to show some wear on him due to his lack of postseason success. Yes, James is a freakish talent, but no one cares about regular season awards. Winning an individual award like the MVP is great, but it means nothing come the postseason. So for all the Boston haters, they're still in it, like it or not.
The Bad
Spouse bashing. I landed in Reno less than 48 hours ago, and while I love my extended family and have to deal with certain issues, I don't appreciate the bashing, even if it's deserved. My 'Uncle', nice a man as he is, is a drunk. And he's getting up in years, hard of hearing, extremely argumentative, and rarely pays attention. That being said, my 'Aunt' is a control freak, wants things done how she wants them done. Now, while that will work for a single person like myself, in a marriage, I'm thinking since you said "For Better or For Worse", you kinda know what you are in for. If I can give any piece of advice to anyone contemplating marriage, or hell, even dating someone, think about the worst, the ugliness, if you will. And then ask yourself if you would consistently bash, berate, and undercut your significant other. If you would, I implore you to seek other options. I have had to listen to my 'Uncle' be wrong on everything, on shit that does not matter. He said "it's a couple of blocks away", she has to correct him with "it's 2 blocks away." That's not so much a correction but a clarification. The guy isn't an idiot, merely a drunk. Don't get the two confused. I counted 3 times in succession a correction or clarification, in a row. Might not seem like much, but when you've had to listen to someone bash the other for a whole day, it grates on you. Add to that I'm on a few hours of sleep before I got out to Reno and got no sleep last night thanks to the freakin' cat (I am starting to hate that animal), I'm on a bit of an edge. He ain't helping with his constant questions and not listening to the answers.
The Reno
or as I will call it, Denver-Lite. That's what it feels like. The important thing is I'm here for someone I look at like a little brother. I'm very proud of him. His girlfriend, however, is a piece of work. She's a control freak. And since this kid decides to tell his mother that his girlfriend reminds him of his Mom, well, let's just add another layer to the dramacake that is this weekend. So far I haven't had any alone time with the kid, and I knew that was a possibility. But the reason, so far as I can see, is that his girlfriend is always there, clinging on him like a vulture. I know some guys want a woman to boss them around (not this guy, not even remotely), but I can't fathom for the life of me why a guy would want that. Date your mom, then. As for the rest of Reno of this trip so far, I did get to go out with the kid, his lady, and two of his friends. Yup, Grandpa at 34 years old and a bunch of 21 year olds. We went and did a little gambling, watched a guy act like an ass (really, the guy doesn't stack his chips, spills drinks on said chips, then wants to cash out-after winning $1200 tipped $2, thanks big spender, and then accused the dealer of shorting him $500, when he put that chip in his pocket immediately when he was cashed out-Grade A Douchebag), and then left for the strip club. This joint, somewhere in downtown Reno, is with a 98 cent store across the street, and a Fedex Kinkos/Deli (you read that right) next door, with the obligatory $17.95 a night motel on the other side. A $25 cover charge-it's Reno on a dead Thursday night-and then I got to watch the dummies and inexperienced and me, the old guy. The kid has done this before, clearly. His parents are under the impression that he is still an innocent young man, but I know better. He looks at things differently. Kind of like I do. He sees angles, he knows most people are full of crap. I love the young man this kid is becoming. It's funny because his parents blame me for his sarcasm (I take that like a badge of honor, you don't even know). If you and I are friends on facebook, you already know about the most ironic tattoo I've ever seen. If we aren't, well a stripper has a tramp stamp with the phrase 'Shy Girl' on top of it. If you can't see the irony in that, why are you reading this???
I almost got a lesbian stripper to quit, she wanted me to be her financial advisor (sure thing, I'm unemployed, stripper advisor-think of the business cards), but by the end of the night realized she couldn't take money from her ex just to get caught up on bills and take a tattoo makeup course. Read that again....like I can make this crap up. I watched the two newbies to stripperland spend money like they just hit the trifecta. Very amusing night.
The Oh So Damned Ugly
I really don't want to talk about what could very possibly be the biggest choke in sports...not yet.
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