rubinville

I just watched the Nets crush the Phoenix Suns 110-72. I've been telling people in my circles all season long that the Nets will win the East, and tonight was another push in that direction. Yes, I travel exclusively incircles due to an accident I had in elementary school which rendered me incable of making left turns.

I mention the Nets' win because Cliff Robinson, the oldest player in the league, in his 17th season, hit a couple shots as he always does. Cliff was originally drafted by the Portland Trailblazers in 1989 and quickly became one of my favorite players. Now, 17 years later, he remains the last link to the professional sports of my childhood. When I watch Cliff play it takes me back to 1990, sitting with my brother watching the Blazers play the Pistons in the NBA Finals. Or back to 1991, playing Lakers v. Celtics on Sega Genesis and having my brother choke me with the controller wire if I started beating him by too much. Yea, those were the good old days. Anyway, the point is, that when Cliff retires, most likely in a year or two, basketball will never be the same for me.

So, on a night when the Nets win by 38, and Cliff plays well, I gotta give the old man a shout-out.

I had a great weekend which included being invited to two dinner parties, hangin with my brother and sister-in-law-to-be at a bar, and meeting my sister for lunch at Whole Foods. Yea, we ate at Whole Foods, whatcha gonna do about it? She had pizza and I had sushi. Good for us.

Okay, that's it for now cuz I have a big audition tommorrow and I should probably be reviewing some materials. I'd tell you what the audition was for but that would probably jinx it. Come to think of it, just telling you that I had an audition at all probably jinxed it already.

That's just great. Now I'll probably break my leg tomorrow. And not in the good way...