They are stealing my team

Some rich, oil baron Oklahomans are trying to steal my Sonics. Well as they actually own them, they effectively have already stolen them. Now they are trying to wreck them so no one will care when they move them to Oklahoma City--because the Oklahoma City Sonics has such a great ring to it.

OK, now true I do not really care about sports, but the only time I ever cared so much for a team that I prayed for them--these guys were it. I loved Gary Payton, I loved Shawn Kemp, I was wiling to start a religion whose Deity was Nate MacMillan. And, no really, once upon a time those guys could play basketball and 2/3 of them seemed like actual gentleman and statesman and the other third was just youthfully brash. Now, well, that may not seem true, but back in my youth it was true. And they were good! They were great! In the early 90's they posted the best season record of any team ever!! And they did it by smashing the old record, smashing it! It was awesome. Of course a few seasons later their record was knocked off by a little team called the Chicago Bulls because it turns out they had a pretty good run in the 90's. Turns out.

BUT THEY ARE STEALING MY BABIES!!!!! I might not care about sports much anymore, but this is ridiculous. I disapprove. Sam is going to hear about this on our trip tomorrow. He is from Oklahoma. He might need to apologize for his whole state.

Oh yeah, I am going to Buffalo tomorrow for the weekend for a wedding. I will tell you all about it later. After the weekend.

Marathon of fun pt 1: Pride Brother

While people I love lots are in town (two groups from last Saturday until July 4), I am going to be posting under the headline "Marathon of Fun" because that is what it will feel like.

My brother came into town on Saturday afternoon--where my wonderful roommate picked him up from Midway. As soon as I got home from work, we left my neighborhood to go to the UIC Pavillion where we watched the Chicago Sky play the Washington Mystics (that is the WNBA for all concerned).

Ummm, the sky apparently don't are a little fuzzy on the concept of defense, and have all been reading "The Secret" so they have no use for rebounding. If they followed their shots that would assume that they wouldn't make them, and they believe they make them, so they cannot ever follow their shots. They also don't rebound defensively, so maybe they just don't like it. The Mystic chiquitas are MEAN! Holy elbow throwing under the hoop! Watching the game was pretty fun. They gave us fun noisy clapper things, and near the end of the game, basically the entire audience was invited to come out onto the floor and dance to that song that tells you what to do. Then we went out for beers and excellent appetizers downtown, while my brother rubbernecked at the very tall buildings before heading home and to bed.

The next morning, we arose bright and early to go to a champagne breakfast before the parade--the Pride Parade. That was fun, and we saw roller derby girls in costumes rolling down my street en masse on the way to the staging area. That was sweet. The Parade was fun, but we couldn't quite stay for the whole thing--we wer not quite drunk or gay enough. Even our token gay man got gayed out. So we went back to his place to barbeque and hang out.

Tonight will be Navy Pier and hoofing it around downtown. Tomorrow night cubs game, from the bleacher seats--which apparently is all fun all the time.