An un-drafted rookie, signed to a 10-day contract (NBA lingo for "fill-in for our injured better player") puts a nylon nightcap on the Cavaliers / Jazz game. The Jazz have largely been a turn-off this season, but this is worth your four minutes.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Stocky Snow Day 10:58 AM
Here's my boy. Sadly, the picture of our foot-high snowman was a victim of the frigid, frosty lens.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Perfect 10 11:11 PM
“The Nils”, “The Aughts”, or the Two-Thousand-Zero-Zeroes. The beginning of the decade found me at a low-key gathering with high school friends, trying to determine whether to simply take someone’s keys or trust their promise not to drive. The end found me curled under the comforter with a pregnant-with-baby-number-two wife. The single digits started with seven friends trying to squeeze the magic out of six more months and ended with a completely different kind of magic sleeping in the adjoining room (and kicking in the womb.
The Nils were more concrete slab than jungle gym – setting the foundation for (without hyperbole I think) the rest of my life. The double-O’s contained not just college and seminary, but wife and child(ren); not just bachelors, but masters; not just job, but calling; not just status quo but status whoa (ladies and gentlemen, the lamest pun in history).
Looking back, the decade is a dunk-from-the-free-throw-line ten. Observe the same massive leap in pictures.
Then:
Now:
The Nils were more concrete slab than jungle gym – setting the foundation for (without hyperbole I think) the rest of my life. The double-O’s contained not just college and seminary, but wife and child(ren); not just bachelors, but masters; not just job, but calling; not just status quo but status whoa (ladies and gentlemen, the lamest pun in history).
Looking back, the decade is a dunk-from-the-free-throw-line ten. Observe the same massive leap in pictures.
Then:
Now:
