I've gone to an every other day type posting deal as some may have noticed. Try and contain your sorrow and despair at not reading me every day. It's hard but it'll get better.
Doctor's appointment today to get me some more of that good thyroid medicine I love so much. That means today will be another day of errands, since I do have other things to do (get contacts, pick up tux alteration, buy new mustache wax) and since the doctor's thing already comes in my sweet spot for writing. It's my 2:30-5:30 work, after I've run, when I've got some endorphins when the morning's thinking starts to yield results. Sometimes. So today is another day off, of which I've had too many. But it must be done.
Heat's win seemed inevitable last night. They played the same as in Chicago. They hang around for three quarters, doing nothing spectacular but keeping close enough to prevent a blowout. Then, come fourth quarter, they unleash their superstars. Dallas had all kinds of chances to put the game away before then--for all the talk about the Heat's stifling defense the Mavs had a TON of open looks--but it didn't happen. Too many turnovers and too many missed shots. I'm starting to worry it's going to be Heat in four or five. At least give us a series, Mavs!
I wonder if LeBron genuinely regrets "The Decision." If he could do it all again, would he do the big public announcement? And if the answer is 'no' is it because he actually gets why people found it so galling, or just because, having seen the negative reaction, he doesn't want to repeat it. Like a small child who touches something hot--he may not understand why he got burned but he knows he doesn't want to do it again.
Also let me say I really like the Breen/Jackson/Van Gundy announcing team. Their personalities mesh very well. Van Gundy can be ridiculous--the lengths he'll go to apologize for or otherwise excuse star players never cease to amaze--but he knows the game and he's funny. Mark Jackson always seems to be auditioning for a coaching job with his commentary but oddly I find that endearing. And Breen does a nice job of mediating between the two, occasionally provoking and sometimes conciliating. I wish they called baseball too. Maybe I'd watch more games.