Travis Who?

My homeboy D-smooth kicked me down with his King's seats last night. Big thanks D-smooth! Of course, now that he is rockin' the brand new, twin-turbo, BMW, 335, he may be selling all his tickets for now on!? Seriously though, if any of the readership needs a good CPA let me know and I will hook you up with D-smooth. That's actually not the name he goes by at work so his receptionist may be confused if you ask for D-smooth....

Anyway, D has had the same King's tickets for 10+ years. I am pretty sure he won the rights to the tickets in a strip poker game with his friend Stollie, the only Jewish contractor since you know who. Maybe you didn't notice but there are not a lot of Jewish painters, roofers, etc.... Stollie is an exception. He's a cool cat and last I heard he was rockin' a convertible 911.

The seats are real nice, about row P, behind the basket at the end of the Court where the visitor's bench is. Nice vantage point of the whole Court and, of course, an up close view of the close basket.

Ok, I had barely dropped ten bones to park my ride, twenty-five more for dinner (because we shared a sandwich), sat down and then some white kid named Travis Diener started dropping shots from all over the court like he was a real NBA player. Oh wait, he is!? Who is this kid? I looked him up. He was like a 2nd or 3rd year player out of Marquette. I heard of this guy named Wade who went to Marquette but not this Travis dude. It became sort of obvious that I was watching a different game than the King's as they didn't D him up as he hit 6 out of his first 7 outside shots. Look, I am no basketball coach but if a guy hits 6 out of his first 7 outside shots maybe somebody should GET IN HIS F'ING FACE!?

Besides Travis making it a long night I had a chatterbox behind me who does not like Francisco Garcia. Anytime 'Cisco touched the ball I heard Mr. Chatterbox... "no, Frank, don't shoot...." Mrs. Chatterbox got in on it too... "no Garcia, don't shoot." The guy also talked about his big pay check last week and how he is going to bump up his 401k contribution. No really. I resisted saying, "hey want compare W-2's for a beer?"

Here is some unsolicited free advice for all of you: MAX OUT YOUR 401K CONTRIBUTIONS... especially if your employer matches. You won't miss it because it comes out before you put your paycheck into the bottomless pit that is the checking account! I did not share this free advice with Mr. Chatterbox. I don't remember any of his other choice lines but I could do without Mr. Chatterbox. Oh wait, Kitty Kat just reminded me that Mr. C also liked to show how he knew everybody, Frank, Brad, Kevin, Mikky, and the other players... as well as Joey (as in Crawford the ref). Good point by Kitty Kat as it doesn't make you look that cool to call everybody by their first name... and stop yelling "move without the ball" Mr. C.

Some positives from the King's... Kevin Martin came back from injury and hit about his first 7 shots in a row. Of course, he was guardian all-star guard Travis Diener so he had a tough assignment... oh wait.... Well, K-mart is a good scorer. I like to think he patterns his game after me; all shot no D. That's ok. Good for him. Frank Garcia had a decent game but he did shoot a bit much. Douby had a few minutes. Love that guy Dhantay Jones. Though I probably mispelled his name it's some whacky spelling like that. Oh ya, and my man Beno played pretty well at the point though had a couple of turnovers. I still like him better than Bibby. Brad Miller played but was invisible. All in all it was not a great team performance but fun to watch.

Even with the King's losing, my pocket broke (had to buy a second beer to dull the sound of Mr. C), a white guy single handily beating my team and Mr. C chatting I had a great time. I took the Kitty Kat and it's always nice to get out of the house for a date night. Just nice chopping it up with the Kitty Kat. Sure we talked about what school the kids will go to as is required everyday but also talked about other things as well. Just nice to talk without the constant interruptions of kids talking, fighting, hungry, etc....

Speaking of hungry... I am. I am yet to post on OPH, the Original Pimp House, oh wait, I mean Original Pancake House. Maybe another day for that. Not to say we are regulars but within 1 minute of sitting down our favorite waitress, Andrea, will bring us a Diet Coke and an Iced Tea. What kind of 'cake to get today? I might go for the Dutch Baby today. More on that later.

Peace out.