A word about basketball

First of all, a threefold correction to what I posted yesterday. First of all, the Red Sox redeemed themselves by crushing Tampa Bay today, and in a most entertaining way, might I add. I can't believe Arroyo kept throwing at people even after the benches cleared the first time. For the Pats, redemption came by getting a corner in the third round and a safety in the fourth... hopefully either Ellis Hobbs or James Sanders can fill Ty Law's shoes someday.

And as for the Celtics... what an idiot I am! I complained about their pathetic playoff performance while they were still in the first quarter of Game 1, and it was 12-4 Pacers. Apparently they pulled it out in the end... I was worried at one point in the third quarter though... they were only up by 37... scary. In all seriousness, I'm really happy with what I saw last night... especially from Payton, he just went nuts.

But that's not really the basketball I'm here to talk about. Because tomorrow, at lunch, in the gym, for just one dollar, for an incredibly good cause... you can see the most memorable basketball game of all time. Because tomorrow is the annual Student-Faculty Basketball Game.

My plan is to stare down the mighty Mr. Carey until he's trembling with fear, and then throw down the dunk of the century, right in his face. Or if that fails, just outrun him. Or if that fails, just rely on Joel's mad skills to carry us to victory.

And if all three of those fail, then I'll just need to have five sandwiches on hand, so I can bribe the ref not to notice while I'm fouling the bajesus out of every teacher in sight.

Not that I'm saying that anything will fail. Because of course it will not. Because of course the students are prepared to run away with a blowout win, humiliating the good men and women who have worked so hard to educate us for four years. Wow... I am such a bad human being.

Oh well.