The Ball Don’t Lie boys are Liveblogging the FkingSpurs/Hornets game. Those Liveblogs are always a party, so I’m sure I’ll make my usual cameo. Not sure if they’re serious or kidding, but they’ve advised that a “comment intern” will be perusing the inane crap people like me send their way. Hmmmm, so how does one become a “comment intern”? Are there classes in college that teach that because it sounds like a pretty slick job to me.

In other news, I love my mother. She left me a voicemail on my work phone instead of my cell, so I emailed her and reminded her that I prefer to receive my personal calls on my cell phone. She writes back, “I’m sorry I forgot to call the right number. You can just tell me to SIT MY ASS DOWN next time you see me. Love, Mother” Haha, is she perfect or what?

I haven’t forgotten the Red Sox but I probably won’t start blogging about them in earnest until the NBA playoffs are over. However, I have to say that I love LOVE love the fact that Manny stopped right in the middle of a play to high five a fan. Only at Fenway… That’s fking brilliant. BRILLIANT. Like Progressive, I say it louder.