Ouch, Indeed

If you'da told me at the start of the game that San Antonio was gonna suffer a 17-point loss, I woulda said you were crazy. Well, I'm crazy. The second-half debacle of no rebounding, poor field-goaling, poor defense, etc. gave way to the home-team ambush. So there have now been three games and three blowouts. I'm not sure what that says about either team. Detroit broke down in the first two. And San Antonio never broke through tonight. That they were up by one at the half says that they were just playing "defensively," and not in a good way. It was bound to happen. And Thursday will be interesting. And I must say, Ben Wallace is fun to watch. Period. And I'm not so sure how I feel about the Dukes of Hazzard movie. Jessica Simpson is an ok substitute for Catherine Bach, I suppose. For now. When I was a kid, that show was a huge part of my life. Every day, I longed for Friday when I could pretend to fly through the sky in an unfortunately confederate flagged car, being just like Bo and Luke. Well, I thought Bo was cooler, so I wanted to be like him, although I'd want to wear Luke's blue shirt. And then there was Daisy Duke. Whew. One Friday afternoon when I was about five or so, my mom and Tan and I went to a Walgreen's-type store. Could have been K-mart. I don't remember. I was minding my own business walking up and down aisle after aisle. And I happened upon a bin of watermelon candy. Watermelon candy to me, for some reason, was forbidden. I had only had it a few times, but it was such a delectable taste to my young palette that I just had to have it. And I knew no one would buy it for me. So I lifted some. Stole a couple of pieces right out of the bin. All I had to do was wait till I was in the confines of my bedroom to stick it in my mouth and enjoy that mouth-watering tasted. But I wasn't so smart. Immediately upon taking my seat in the car, I unwrapped my first piece and shoved it in. "What do you have in your mouth?" my mother asked. "Nothing," I said, hoping that my inability to form whole words wouldn't tip her off. Not considering that, if the flavor bursts in my mouth, then its odor certainly fills the car. They nailed me. Grounded. No Dukes of Hazzard that night. I never stole again. Going to sleep with the Spurs' loss in my head.