I don't want to turn every post on this site into a discussion of the weather -- but, jaysis -- there is something particularly disgusting about the swampy heat we've had in NYC these last few days. I saw a small child burst into flames and run across the street after lunch. It's very strange.
That said, I've been walking through this afternoon with a KG-like intensity, preparing myself for tonight's Game 3 vs. the Lakers. I bounced my head on my computer monitor for about ten minutes before this blog post, finishing it by rubbing chalk on my hands and throwing the dust into the air with a flourish. I then finished each sentence in this post with a loud profanity.
I feel good. I feel strong. I could get used to this.
Now, if you'll excuse me, my Larry Bird 'stache and I have to get our office-mates fired up for an afternoon notes session.
