At the time I started writing this, Jesus hit a 3 to give Beantown a 21-point lead... IN Cleveland. What the hell? Who performed the voodoo on Boston? This team was 5.9 feet under ground heading into the playoffs.
(15-point game now... Maybe I can blog the Cavs back into the game)
((I have no rooting interest))
(((I can't believe I am blogging this much about the Association)))
Rajon Rondo just hit a big 3. When did he learn how to shoot? He had a better chance of getting turned down for free 'massages' in Lexington during his college days then hitting an outside jump shot. I still remember covering Rondo in the NCAA Tournament. His hands are alienesque. Freak nasty hands. He could palm a ball and still drink a cup of tea with the Queen, you know, because that would be fun.
(18-point game nearing the end of the 3rd; Maybe I can keep this up and finish a relevant blog)
The Celtics resurgence and willingness to mockingly laugh in the face of the AARP made me think about how many things get surprisingly better with age. Garnett, Ray-Jesus, Pierce, Sheed (okay, maybe not Sheed) and Finley should all be nursing ice bags and Centrum Silver, but they are finding ways to play beautifully. What else in my life compares in the department of "better with age"...
Wine
I know, I know, this is too easy, but think about it: When you went to college and somebody mentioned wine, you shivered. You would honestly rather shoot a Four Horsemen then drink a glass of Merlot. The other night at a dinner, I talked to somebody for 10 minutes on the flavor differences between a Shiraz, a Cabernet and the 'blow-your-mind' Shiraz-Cab blend. WTF?!?! Somebody kick me in the balls and had me a High Life. But seriously, when did the palette shift? It really does get better as you age. Weird.
(Celtics up 22 now early in the 4th. Does this officially push Lebron to a bigger market? Oh, the shame!!)
U2
I really struggled to think of the perfect band for here. I toyed with Black Crowes, The Eagles and even Billy Joel, but this was a no-brainer. I am 29-years-old, so I grew up in the midst of the alternative movement. Too young to really grasp The Joshua Tree, and the songs on the radio did not do U2 any justice. Throw them in with a group like REM as a band that was cool to people 5-years older than me, but not edgy enough to compete with the noise to hang with Nirvana, Pearl Jam (oooh, a candidate for better with age) and the rest. But then Bono and the Edge kept plugging away. [Side note: The Edge doesn't get enough credit for his guitar playing. He's up there; way up there. Listen to the sound he gets out of his guitar]
Now, it helps that U2 is incredibly culturally relevant, but don't tell me you don't walk with more pep in your step when 'Where the Streets Have No Name' comes on. I was singing 'I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For' with the windows down the other day. I am old, like U2, and am still somewhat cool for it. Now, I need to figure out how to wear sunglasses all day, even when indoors.
(92-68 Boston, 8:00 left; You're welcome, New England)
Yard Work
Yep, my life is a lame, suburban nightmare. I drink wine, listen to U2 and prune. I swear I am cooler than that, but am just pointing out the appreciation for things. Do I look forward to weeding and mowing the grass? Nope. But, I do it... Why? Because it's my yard damn it! I pay more money to banks, government, banks (ah, the 2nd mortgage) and insurance company that I am going to make sure my land looks good. I think I invest more in my grass than my own personal appearance. And for what? The sick satisfaction of walking my dog and seeing some dead patches and clover in my neighbor's yard and saying under my breath, "Yep, got you, fool!" [Please, dispatch professional help at any point in this blog]
(Sorry Cleveland. Don't worry, Lebron will become a reliable, clutch offensive performer soon... for the Jay-Z/Russian Nets.)
Okay, I need something really cool that gets better with age. Need to save my street cred tonight... Books? Um, napping? Ah jeez...
The Internet
Ha! Yep, I am going with the entire interwebs. Vague enough for you? Think about it from my perspective: First real group to go through all of school with some form of computers. Yes, I consider the glorified elementary babysitting of The Oregon Trail to be computer education. I remember the first time I saw the internet. I was 12. It was Prodigy. It had all of the sports scores from the night before on a computer screen. That wasn't cool, but the three-minute beep-scratch-beep-bonk dialup sound was awesome. Nothing you had ever heard. I have evolved with the internet and it only gets better. Even the dot-com bust didn't ruin it. It actually made it better because people finally realized that free access was the best. Now, I can rant into a black hole and nobody can stop me! It's the only place where in 10 seconds, I can find this, this and this and share them with EVERYBODY. The level of possibility is endless.
(110-83; Well, I guess there is always Game 6; Wait, they still have some game left? Yikes!)
Do yourself a favor, Cavs fans, just read this blog a few times to yourself and remember that some things do get better with time, including the Celtics.
[In case you were wondering, yes, this entire entry could have fit on Rondo's left hand in 12-point, Courier New font.]
- Will
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