Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The Miami Heat Hate Me


I woke up early on my born day. I'm 28. It's a blessing.












I didn't get what I wanted.

6 comments:

  1. Is it really your birthday or is this like the time your wife gave birth to a son?

    Whatever. I'll tumble for ya. Me and the Missus say Happy Birthday!

    Congratulations! And salutations!

    ps: how can you have that many point guards on a squad (Williams, Payton, Wade) and have that many turnovers?

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  2. Happy Birthday, Dude. This is what you get for bailing on the Knicks... I mean the Heat? Come on.

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  3. On the plus side, Richard Jeferson went down.

    And I'd like to think that God was aiming for Vince Carter and missed.

    ...Does that mean I'm going to Hell for (a) wishing harm on my fellow (wo)man, and (b) questioning His infallibility?

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  4. And yes, it is my birthday. We just got back from the kickassingest if kickassing restaurants.

    McDonald's rocks!

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