Wow. I haven't jumped up and down that much over a Cavs game in.... well, ever. This is totally unexpected. We are now hosting a game 6 with the possibility of closing out the Pistons at home.
I could say that "yes, I knew this could happen!", but I am on record in saying that we would lose in 5.
No predictions whatsoever. I refuse to believe we can win this series until the clock strikes zero in game 6 (0r 7) and we are ahead and the referrees are running off the court.
Switching topics:
1) Five words that I never thought I'd say:
"Pastor needs a hard four!"
We had the pastor and his wife over last week for dinner - and he saw the craps table, so we played a bit. Yes, I think I am going to hell. His wife asked me "So, do you play this in the casinos". I replied, yes, I do (and then Janice brought up the Vegas trip). "Oh!", she said, "how much money do you play with?"
How am I supposed to answer that? I lied and said "oh, about $100".
"That's fine", she said, "that's like a nice night out".
I quickly changed the subject.
2) We went bowling for Mother's day - well, not WE, but Freddie, Warren and I. Went bumper bowling. On the lane next to us was a group of 4 or 5 mentally challenged 20-somethings. I'm dead serious; apparently they are regulars at the alley. Every shot they wanted to give us a high five, or show us something. They were extremely nice, but you never know what they were going to do next.
And then I had Freddie and Warren - Freddie was great; he actually went up and rolled by himself many times - but Warren was a handful. He was all over the place; even a bubble gum slush puppie couldn't keep his attention.
How did I do, by the way? With Freddie and Warren and the group next to us, I rolled a 198, with strikes in the 5th, 6th, 7th, and a strike out in the 10th. A damn open in the 8th. Derek has already called that one of the top 10 athletic acheivements of my life, given all the distractions. Maybe I need to bring the boys along for some golf tournaments this year.
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I'm so surprised by the Cavs. Absolutely amazed. I will take back all the things I've said about the Cavs if they can pull this off.
And your pastor story is great. Almost as good as making out with Pastor Ricter's daughter in my room with the Pastor and his wife downstairs with our parents. Felt so wrong, but yet so.... whatever.
I lied and said "oh, about $100".
"That's fine", she said, "that's like a nice night out".
be a man. own up to your vices. with a pastor in the house, there won't be any lightning on the spot to worry about.
after rolling the dice with them, did you then engage in a wife swap?
I shouldn't read these comments with a full bladder......
Well done on the distracted 198, a confluence of two of my favorite movies (Kingpin and S.A.M.). I topped out in 2004 at 204, and haven't really bowled much since, acknowledging it will easily be my lifetime maxnxako. I don't think I'd want to be much better than the 204, lest I feel the need to buy bowling shoes or a ball with a rose or boxing gloves in the middle.
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