Regarding the Two Open Letters
Quite a few posts ago, I wrote that I don’t care about the NBA and will not write about it. Several days ago, I broke that promise. I wrote open letters to the Portland Trail Blazers and the Seattle Supersonics telling them not to blow their picks. I had three reasons for doing so.
1) Portland only has one professional sports team. The last time said sports team won a championship was 1977. That was 30 years ago. The Rose City is due. I remember the early 90s, when the Blazers were good and fun to watch. It was a great feeling. Portland should get that again.
2) If the Sonics blow their pick, it is quite likely that they will pack up and leave. Again, I remember the early 90s, when the Mariners were threatening to leave. It was scary, nerve-wracking, and scarring all at once. No city should have to go through a team leaving. Seattle has had to deal with it already (yeah, Milwaukee, I’m talking to you!) and shouldn’t have to deal with it again. Especially not with the only big 3* team who has ever won the city a championship.
3) If the Sonics screw this up, I think my Dad will probably punch a hole in the wall. Or something like that. He needs to be spared the pain. And my little sis, too. Please, Sonics guys! Think of the people!
*The big three in American sports are Major League Baseball, the NFL, and the NBA. This is not to belittle the championship won several years ago by the Storm. Although I will confess that I didn’t think about that until several hours after I originally wrote this post.
“Now, that’s what you call ironic.”
In the Dewey Decimal System, books about libraries and bibliography* are shelved in the very first section, the 000s.
In the Library of Congress System, books about libraries and bibliography are shelved in the very last section, the Zs.
I just had to share that with everybody.
*a fancy-pants way of saying “the study of books”
Two Open Letters
Dear Portland Trail Blazers -
Please do not screw up theĀ 1st pick in the draft.
Sincerely,
Me
First Game Live: Richie Sexson is a Rally Killer!
Friday night against the Padres was the first Mariner game of the season that I got to attend, and it was fun, like it usually is (except for the final score, of course: 8-1, Padres). Both of us got Felix Bobbly-Heads, we got to watch batting practice, we ate some of the famous garlic fries and listened to the trains whistle, all while in some pretty snazzy seats in right field: about 9 rows up in the 100 level. So, with all this, you’ve got the makings for a pretty good game, or you would, if it weren’t for the M’s anemic hitting.
There were some exciting bits, like Ichiro taking second and then third in rapid succession. And I won at the Hat Trick, although the yellow hydroplace came from behind to beat the green one, so I didn’t win the Hydroplane Race. The Mariner pitching was a little dodgy, though, and now we come to the goat of the evening, Mr. “Big Richie” Sexson.

