And the conclusion to our little commenting experience appears to be: blogger just hates Dave. Which is sad, because Dave likes to comment! Apparently the closing of PBB wasn't as mutual of a parting as originally thought...
This weekend has been "prepare like crazy for the week of vacation" time. Of course, no matter how much you prep, you'll always forget something. Especially when you're trying to transport four people halfway across the country and two of the people really can't do much to take care of themselves. I don't know if there'll be vacation blogging or not. We'll be pretty busy while we're out there. But we'll see. At some point in the next few days, the Stanley Cup is going to be handed out. (That means we're only days away from an awesome CBC end-of-playoff montage! Seriously, folks, these things are epic) Tonight, Dallas won the NBA title, which was great because A) we all wanted to see Dirk win it, and B) I've had more than my fill of King James. The end of the game was weird, though! Dirk N. walking off the court as time was still running out? Bosh collapsing and crying before making it to the dressing room? Just unusual stuff all around. Also: I think it's lame that basektball (and baseball, and football) hands the championship trophy to the team's owner. Always feels like the players should get it first to me. I mean which picture did you really want: Commissioner Stern handing the trophy to Mark Cuban or to Dirk Nowitzki and/or Jason Kidd?
Okay, it's lat, and I actually still have some dishes to get done. Oops. Check you sometime, folks!
