Thank you, so much, Steve Kerr, for completely fucking up my NBA team, leaving me with a month of nothing to watch on television. In what has to be the biggest demonstration of "eat me" ever witnessed by a General Manager toward his team's fan base, Kerr answered all the Sun's fans who had been clamoring for a real center for three decades by bringing in . . . . this.
Yes, what the fastest, quickest, most lively, most entertaining and fun team in the entire NBA needs is a 38-year old behemoth to grind things to a halt. Oh, and he can't shoot free throws, either. (And I just checked -- Kurt Rambis and Tom Chambers couldn't hit the bucket from a dead stop either, but at least they didn't get in the way.) So now that he's taken my team, which used to be a pretty, shiny fast sports car and turned it into a giant Escalade putzing in the right-hand lane, he's now about to part ways with the coach who turned them into a sports car in the first place. Which is all begging the question why we thought it was a good idea to entrust this team with a former Chicago Bull in the first place.
Anyone get Euro Cup soccer on Fox? Worth the money?
Jeremy Sisto on L&O -- worth the visit?
Thanks for all the comments on the last. I told Mr. ABF I feel like we're no longer at square zero, but have made the quantum leap to step one: conflicting information, half of which sounds somewhat reasonable. (Well, "reasonable" to those of us with a really demented view of "reasonable.") I'm weighing a lot of risk/reward options in my head, and contemplating shelling out of pocket (because my insurance doesn't cover IF) (in fact, in order to cover pregnancy, you need to tell them two months in advance of being so and start paying a premium then -- which I think pretty much discriminates against infertiles, the reckless, and Catholics, and well . . . ok, everyone except those who can time these things on a dime) to see an RE simply to see where things stand now. Which sounds like a colossal waste of money -- doesn't one see an RE you know, to get pregnant? Which I might want to do, but there are a lot of "it depends" still hanging out there. But I at least feel I may (may) be brave enough to make that phone call and answer some of those. And see what they tell me about things like clotting disorders (thank you) and so forth. Oh, and if I have any genetic material left to begin with. Which might put us back to the zero square again. But you know, one forward, two back -- right off the cliff. Will let you know. Simply dragging my ass in for an annual might be a good place to start, no?
Because Max was jealous of all the Buddy props, and because I'm an equal opportunity doggie mama who thinks BOTH her boys are photogenic lovelies, here's Max -- the border/golden mix (this is a bit old, this pic -- he's got a bit more sugar around the lips now. Same cute ears):