About Last Night
Whenever I tell my friend, Julie, about a film I saw, the first question she invariably asks, “Is there rape in it?” It’s become a joke between us as in, “No. Kung Fu Panda does not have rape in it.” “You’ll love Finding Nemo, especially The Rape!” I find it ironic that Julie is a Boston Celtics fan because last night was a game of two rapes. From tip-off through the third quarter, the Celtics looked like Jody Foster on a pinball machine, while the rest of the game, the Lakers looked like Ned Beatty squealing like a pig. I thoroughly enjoyed the former, while I could not comprehend the latter. I saw the game at Megan and David’s and a few minutes after it was over I was still in shock. I couldn’t believe what took place before my eyes. How did they blow a 24 point lead? Why did they go away from the game that got them the lead? Why do they play so tentatively while everything around them is going to shit? No team has ever come back from being down 3 games to 1, but if the Lakers can play for 6 halves like they did in the first half last night, it might happen.
Prior to watching the game, I got a voice mail from Liza asking if I had seen Top Chef. Somehow, in my pot induced stupor, I forgot that Wednesday night was the season finale. I was concerned about her message. My fear was that Lisa, a contestant I don’t like, won. In fact, while watching the show I was convinced of this. Luckily, my little teddy bear of a chef, Stephanie, won. Although I don’t know if she cooked a better meal, she was definitely the Top Chef. Thank God for reality TV, my night wasn’t a total waste.
