OK, I can’t resist another sports-themed post (It’s really easy to see my childhood dream was being a sportscaster on TV, huh?).
This one will be quite brief, as I have to devote this weekend to getting a project done by Monday. Plus get the inevitable laundry needs to get done.
Who said the weekends were for relaxing? What a quaint notion…
The original plan was to finish on Thursday and Friday, but thanks to this computer deciding it was going to slow to a glacial crawl, that didn’t happen. Basically, I saw Apple’s annoying proprietary spinning rainbow more than I cared to, and I swore a lot more than a normally do, because I couldn’t get anything accomplished. Well, now my computer woes are resolved, so it’s time to get crackin’.
But once I’m finished later today, I’m going to watch my Giants beat the Atlanta Braves (hopefully) as much as I can, then check-in with the Bay Area team I care the least about, the Golden State Warriors. They’ll be playing the L.A. Clippers in the final game of their playoff series. And yes, I’m hoping they win, but even if they don’t, no biggie.
No, I take that back.
I really want them to win, because of the recent headlines revealing the idiotic racist and bigoted attitudes about the Clippers owner, Donald Sterling. Apparently, the one incident involving his girlfriend that caused this kerfuffle isn’t an isolated case. This dummy should’ve been stopped a long time ago. And as good as the team is and its players are, the guy who signs their checks does not deserve to keep going in the playoffs, let alone garner an NBA championship.
I’m not a big Warriors fan, because they are an East Bay team. And as snobbish as this sounds, I realized I only like San Francisco and San José teams (even if they historically choke in their playoffs, as one certain unnamed NHL team recently did).
Yeah, fans of the other East Bay teams, the A’s and the Raiders, hate us effete Chardonnay-sipping, brie-eating, opera-loving City fans, even if we don’t live in the City. I don’t care – it’s how I grew up, and my San Francisco loyalty is the best tribute I know to my dear departed dad, Tommy. By the way, he never drank wine, ate gourmet cheese or saw an opera.
I apologize to anyone who lives across the Bay Bridge – at least you have the better weather
But all that aside…Go Warriors!!