It was all me

Who says non-profit work doesn't have its perks?
We got hooked up last night, sitting in Row E of the Kings game, under the basket. Those of you who know your alphabet know just how close Row E is to the court & the Kings bench. AND, in a feat that happens too, too rarely, our beloved Kings actually won! Granted, they were playing the now 5-10 Charlotte Bobcats (a team i didn't even know existed), but a w is a w. Bibby was Captain Scoring McBucketPants, draining all of his 3 pointers except 1, which was promptly rebounded to him where he made the exact same shot with no effort. It reminded me of my early NBA days. It was amusing to watch him on the bench, where he would whip out his trusty nail clippers & go to town. Honestly, i don't know how that guy has any fingernails left. Maybe his nails grow at an alarming rate, i hear prenatal vitamins do that to you, & make your hair grow too....which explains why Bibby is bald as all getup. i don't know where i'm going with this.... Anyway, i think tattoos just magically pop out of his skin every 109 minutes; it explains the randomosity of his body art. Francisco Garcia did well, & every time he scored the announcer would say his name all fun, which made me think of when Buddy the Elf whispers 'Francisco' repeatedly in James Caan's office. Which makes a great segue to............ Christmas is coming & i like it.