High

Do girls ever get ecstatic, high, illuminated by sports?  The pure ashetic of the human struggle against physics, against the individual, against the limits of gravity?  Ever since Nobu came back from his project overseas, we've gotten back into our college routine – working out for hours, bullshitting about the lack of available hot girls out there, and for the remaining months of spring, watching the NBA playoffs.  I've been sore as hell for the past couple of weeks, and while I have yet to lift anything seriously since college, Nobu has taken my lessons to heart and improved upon them – the guy has gone crazy with the various exercises and contortions in order to bulk up his scrawny pasty ass. Now that I'm working out with him, I realize that I'm too old for this shit.  For the first time ever, my butt is aching as are various parts of my thighs that I didn't know could hurt.  I'm doing lunges and squats and God knows what else.

But then again, once the workout is over, we sit back to a couple of beers and watch the game and it can't be any better cause my Rockets are on a roll!  All the dumbass sports writers have counted us out against the Mavs, but who's jumping on the bandwagon now?  Bunch of retards who pull things out of their ass, do no research, and write nothing but vague generalizations to stir up contreversy.  People like Stephen A. Smith and Chad Ford are nothing but a bunch of blowhards who change opinions with the public's perceptions — they're all snakes looking to stab the hand that feeds them.  In any case, who the fuck cares cause my T-Mac and Yao are carrying the team to the promised land!  And the role players are stepping up and the game plan is sound.  This is the best I've felt about the team in years, since the championship days.  We have great spot up shooters to stretch the defense, and when Yao starts punishing the middle and allow room for T-Mac to create, we can play against anyone.

I think I woke half the city of New York up on Monday night when we beat those sniveling Mavs at the buzzer.  At first I couldn't believe it.. Tracy with the dagger at 2.2 seconds, but when it sunk in.. there was a WOOP and a HOLLER and me and Nobu were jumping around for a good 2 minutes.  It was the biggest thrill I've had since standing on top of a lonely New Zealand mountain.. what a rush!  I got home at 3 am, didn't sleep until 4:30 am after scouring the net for articles on the victory, and promptly emailed in sick the next morning.

Hope we can pull out 2 more and off we go...!