Last night's game wasn't played in the Garden. It was played on the Island. That's the only way to explain how a guy can be wheeled off the court with a season ending injury, only to return a minute and forty-five seconds later miraculously healed. Not just healed, but better, stronger, faster, and more accurate from behind the arc.

Give me a freakin' break.

Posted by: annika at 05:33 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment
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1 I sense an undercurrent of bitterness there.

Posted by: ElMondoHummus at June 06, 2008 07:57 PM (ouM6B)

2 Annie, good thing you ignored my bet challenge! ;-)

Posted by: Radical Redneck at June 07, 2008 10:49 AM (cOyko)

3 She has NEW friends now.

Posted by: Casca at June 14, 2008 07:41 PM (gOOVv)

4 You got it Cas. Her new best friends are: 1) West's Digest 2) Deering's Codes 3) Cal. Rptr. 3rd 4) Cal. Judicial Council Forms 5) Code Pleading 6 Rules for the Superior Court 7) Her Beemer mechanic

Posted by: shelly at June 15, 2008 06:15 AM (4gHqM)

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