Lots of cold rain and wind out here today on the Deer Creek mini-ranch. No trade war out here. Just peace, grace, and thankfulness for this wonderful four day span of championship college basketball. A perfect day for steaming hot coffee and hoops.
The day Trump won back the White House all of our finances were slightly reorganized to allow for a convicted felon to assume the bully pulpit. I mean, if you fake Trump Christians put someone with less character than Bernie Maddow in charge, shit will happen… just sayin’. You didn’t have to be Warren Buffet to see these last two days coming around the bend. You treat and talk to the rest of the world like they’re low class trailer trash shit in Oklahoma and losing somewhere around six trillion in equity leaving the U.S. markets doesn’t seem like a far-fetched scenario.
Nope.
I did watch bits and pieces of the Thunder’s loss at Houston last night with OKC pretty much at full strength. Houston played well and let’s give them credit they might be a factor in the West in games played in Houston. Stick this footnote in your NBA Playoff notebook…Houston is 5-1 versus the Thunder in Houston these past two regular seasons. I wouldn’t freak out or anything if I was a Thunder fan. Just a thought.
Both South Carolina and UConn looked great last night. I think South Carolina has the better, deeper team. But I think Paige Hueckers is the best player in the tournament. As an OU fan…. I saw South Carolina twice this season before the tournament and they impress me just a bit more than UConn because of the quality of their rotation which goes 8-9 deep from my view.
For UConn to win the trophy on Sunday…. I think Paige has to be semi-phenomenal. While South Carolina’s balanced attack just has to be themselves as their team mantra should be to make Paige grind and fight for every inch of space and time for forty minutes. MJ likes South Carolina.
Even though I love Kelvin and Los Uzan… I cannot take the Cougars over Cooper Flagg and his other two Duke freshman NBA stars to be…… I can’t take Houston. Nor can I take my wife’s Auburn Tigers over Walter Clayton Jr. and his Florida Gators.
I rode the terrain bike yesterday after lunch with my friend at the Red Cup Cafe. My chemo ridden cellular dashboard seems back in place. The pace was excellent for forty minutes.
At the Red Cup, I wore my Boston Bruins black hoodie inside. Before I reached our table three people from Boston were already engaging me in a conversation about the greatness of Bobby Orr. Then later… in a heated statement to my friend… I got carried away with the loudness of my statements about me being a pragmatic-nuance Libra, and Trump being nothing more than a trust-fund pimp and the young women at nearby table started clapping. You can’t do that in many places in Oklahoma.
God…I would love to run for the United States Senate against Markwayne Mullin…especially since now I can add courageous Stage 4 cancer survivor to my resume. I mean, shit…I would think half drunk and in coma I could outwit that simpleton.
Anyway…I’m going to go ride the bike and meditate before the games get started this afternoon.
I feel good right now. There is a gentle calm, grace, and silent dignity which has overtaken MJ the week before Easter as I look forward to the Florida beaches with my family while totally at peace with this ending.
Life is good. So is God. Pray for Jerome Powell. Don’t let him hurt innocent people Fed Chair Powell. Stand tall.
Etrenal love, MJ.