after watching last night's game, matt and i left the post-game report on while we cleaned up the dining room and the kitchen. at some point, matt yelled "bradley!"
i ran into the dining room just in time to miss a short replay of what was the best fight i've seen all season.
to make it up to myself (or perhaps because i had a hard time not walking away), i stayed to watch the rest of the highlights. once again, i saw bradley's game-winning-goal, and once again the celebration that followed showed a beat-up and bloodied face.
i began babbling about how bradley was one of my favorite players, how i couldn't explain it, how...
"stop it. you're going to cry."
"but his face is all fucked up!" i may or may not have started crying at that point.
i've seen brads with his face fucked up before. hell, earlier that game, i saw his face covered in blood. there was just something odd about his face all stitched up and red. swollen and bruised, i could handle. covered in blood? apparently yes. celebrating with a previously bloodied face? gut-wrenching.
in case anybody is wondering... yes, i still hold a grudge against david stern and joe dumars (for separate reasons, in case that's not clear). i do miss basketball, though. the main thing standing between me and watching basketball is that i mostly want to watch western conference games, and i'm now old.
now, for those of you who are used to hockey, where, for some reason, detroit, and columbus are in the western conference
, i'm talking about a sport where the western conference has no teams in the eastern time zone. (in case you didn't get that, it means that detroit and columbus are western conference teams living on eastern standard time. wrap your head around *that*)
games on the west coast tend to start at 7pm plus or minus half an hour. for me, that means 9:30 to 10:30. hell, i was in bed before 10 last night. (no, that's not normal... but it's true, so i'm using it to help my case. i'm allowed to do that. i think.)
while i'm still mad a joe dumars, i may start following the pistons again. big ben wallace is back. rip and tayshaun are still there. rodney stuckey looks like 50 cent (say it with me: "fiddy). maybe.
speaking of the old pistons team, flip saunders is here now, coaching the wizards. i feel bad for him... on some level, i think i'd be happy if he managed to coach the wizards WAY past the pistons, so people like me can watch karma mangle joe dumars. i'd even be a bandwagon fan of the wizards, kinda.
what i'm concerned about is that the only wizards jersey i own has a big fat 0 on it. the only reason i own this jersey is because it's a $5 kids' jersey (you think i'm kidding...), and apparently kohl's only carries kids' jerseys in agent fucking zero. i really hate that guy. give me a 3 or a 4. oh, or a 12, because, really, how hilarious would it be if i wore the shortest guy's jersey?
***brads, caps my ride
: "i've got this car sitting on fifteens. stock." deadpan.
oh, yeah... that made fun of the rangers...
oh, and the wizards suck.