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Back-to-back days with a sports picture, could this signal my unretirement from semi-professional cricket?

The man above, who has strikingly similiar arm muscles to mine, is Scottie Pippen. He is best-known as Michael Jordan's sidekick during all the championship years, but in the Rubin family he is known as my brother's favorite player. For a good part of the mid-90's there was rarely a family meal that passed without some sort of debate as to whether Pippen or Clyde Drexler was a better player. Usually the meals ended with a plate being thrown at someone, though that really had more to do with the fact that my sister was in the plate-throwing club at school rather than the Pippen-Drexler debate.

Pippen's number is being retired tonight in Chicago and in honor of that I'd like to admit something to my brother. Pippen was better than Drexler. There, I said it.

For one month, February of 1994, while Clyde was on the injured list.

I can say that because my brother and his fiancee now are the proud owners of my grandparent's china, and I know he wouldn't dare throw a plate at me. You just can't break up a set like that. Also, for some reason when I go to my parents they make me eat off of paper plates, so it looks like I'm getting out of this one unscathed.

Congrats Scottie, and Jonathan.

Yesterday was the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's assasination. At all of four years old I don't rememember the day he was shot, but I usually walk past the Dakota a few times a week. There are always people outside there paying their respects or just sitting quietly in Strawberry Fields just across the street. Anyone who can get people in NYC to keep quiet for a few minutes is truly a transcedent person.

I don't really get what all the hoopla is over "Brokeback Moutain", otherwise known as "the gay cowboy movie." Who cares if a cowboy is gay? If I was a horse maybe I'd be concerned, but seeing as I'm not a horse, it doesn't really bother me.

I just realized that I probably doubled today's hits to The Daily Dave because I wrote "gay" and "horse" in the same paragraph. If that comes even close to what "horse vagina" has done for me I'll be able to sell stirrups on here soon.

Might go out to dinner tonight. No, not might, I'm gonna do it. But where? And with who? These questions will all be answered...