Without a Trace: I was really rooting for the husband to get shot. And the father to get pistol whipped. Or worse. Now what does that say about me? Is this righteous anger, or a disordered soul in need of more prayer and self-reflection?
11:48:52 PM  #  comment []

Saw one of the ringside guys for the fights that the hotel was hosting today; the poster makes it looks like four, five bouts. The place is packed, with cars filling the outside lots. Anyway, um, the ringside guy, right. He was in the Appleby’s there, where I was eating, talking on his cell phone to some other fighter. Apparently Iverson was attending, the general seating and ringside were packed, and the hotel was beautiful. He had set the conversee up for the next set of fights here, on 20 February, as long as he got up to 178 (pounds, I guess) by then.

Tickets aren’t that bad, $35 for general, $50 for ringside, if one were into boxing.
10:31:26 PM  #  comment []

As a child, it never even occurred to me that I would ever say, “Ble-ach, snow.”
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