The only thing so far which I like is Serge Ibaka headed to the Milwaukee Bucks in search of ring No. 2. BTW…our TNT Game of the Week tonight features the Finals rematch of the Bucks vs. the Suns. I could definitely see that happening again minus a serious injury to a key player.
Serge may in fact be my favorite Thunder player of all-time just because I love his smile and he never took himself over seriously like Durant, Westbrook, and Harden.
I doubt in all seriousness Sam Presti does anything today minus possibly mitigating the tax penalties for being $35 million under the minimum NBA roster salary requirement.
Bob Myer at Golden State isn’t trading away Johnny Kuminga. I knew that, it was just my pipedream deadline trade fantasy.
A trade isn’t critical as long as the Thunder don’t screw up the tank again like last year and this time come out of the draft with a top three player and perhaps a center with the Clippers pick like Walker Kessler or Oscar T from Kentucky.
Oh, wait–James Harden just traded to Philly for the mentally unhinged Ben Simmons. That might be interesting… I guess. Harden for Ben Simmons would be like trading Sarah Palin for Marjorie Taylor-Green from my perspective. Maybe one of them will surprise me and grow up. I still like the modest trade Milwaukee made though. No team drama upheaval attached.
I’m pretty much at peace with everything. Fact is, we’re planning to head south with the lab to some beach just south of Clearwater and spend our 41st Valentine’s Day together. Supposed to be 84 degrees on Valentine’s Day. Nice.
At some point this weekend… I’ll call my son Chris back and explain to him in detail why Hitler, Trump, and OJ Simpson are sociopaths and Lincoln Riley isn’t.
Embrace the day…it’s beautiful in Oklahoma today.
Forty-one years…holy shit. I remember that drive back in 1981 from Oklahoma to Montgomery, Alabama like it was yesterday. Never thought I would see her again even though I knew I’d fallen in love with her and kept it to myself.
She said we needed to have a talk. I bought a ring and two airline tickets from Montgomery to an outer island in the Bahamas. I finally admitted to her I was in love with her like Noah did with Allie in The Notebook. Seems like yesterday and yet forty-one years of marriage isn’t an easy thing.
I bet I played this Marshall Tucker love song at least twenty times on the drive to Montgomery.