I'm jumping on you

Came and went.

After the holi ..., nay, Christmas season and getting back into the swing of things and then the three-day weekend in the middle of January, we returned to normalcy this weekend. Two days. Back to the grind on Monday morning.

I'm enthused by one thing. I didn't miss football. We've enjoyed football on the weekends for 21 straight Saturdays and/or Sundays.. I thought I'd be despondent. I wasn't. Obviously yesterday was boring (as Sundays usually are) but I made it through one of the worst Sunday Sports Days of the year without much pain and suffering. While it may not be your cup of tea ($2.79 for a tea cup ... bonus points if you get that reference), baseball returns on Sundays in April and then we've got football after that.

Following this coming Sunday's Pittsburgh win over Arizona in the Super Bowl, we'll have five straight god-fucking-awful (lowercase God when you hyphenate it next to a fucking ... I don't want to go to hell) Sundays. March brings us college basketball and then we went into the aforementioned baseball.

The gang all showed up at some point on Friday night at Club 185. I talked mostly to this girl I knew awhile ago and re-connected with in Chicago while NJAG cozied up next to the Truth and The Godfather near the bar. My favorite staffers were working so it was a fantastic night. I think we left around 2:15 a.m. Not much to report. Oh wait. There is.

In random odd things I like, I like when the Cavaliers play at 10:30 p.m. on a Friday night and the game is on at Club 185. Thanks to The Godfather for letting the staff know the game was on, we watched the game as Golden State (goodnight Oakland!) and the Cavs went back-and-forth. As we watched on the 19-inch TV last popular in parents' bedrooms in 1991, LeBron released a shot with .1 seconds left. I said, "he missed it" in a monotone voice to The Godfather. Swish.

I whispered to The Godfather, "I'm jumping on you."

I did. We celebrated.

I also love watching random West Coast Cleveland Indians games at Club 185 in the summer on week nights. I don't know why. I didn't shower yesterday. I don't know why.

I flipped off a girl at Club 185 on Saturday night. She had it coming. I got home and wrote a note to remind myself to tell you folks. The note also included the word "sluts" but I can't remember what I was talking about. It was the "scratching your head with the middle finger" routine. She didn't look too pleased. Ran into a couple other regulars. Talked with The Lady while The Mayor houdini'd and spent most of the night talking to Big Black (shocker that he was there) and The Guy with the Same Name as the Truth (and he needed a better nickname). As low-key a night as I'm going to have there while still having a decent time.

Pretty standard weekend. I didn't mind the Club 185 two-play but I'd like to get out of the German Village at least once a weekend. I think I've got that coming for the next few. This weekend we're going to Indiana for the Ohio State-Indiana game (Indiana will win that game) and I think Kirk is coming back into town the following weekend and he likes going to The Patio. Really he's indifferent about The Patio. I usually just suggest it.

Let's get through this week as quickly as this past weekend passed.

- From the desk of Art McGregor

Dynomite

(Each morning we'll have an "About Last Night" post.)

With the 19th pick in the NBA Draft, the Cleveland LeBrons Cavaliers selected J.J. Hickson (N.C. State) to add "some youth to their front line." I'm glad they went with youth in the draft. Rarely does a team that drafts a 44-year old reap any benefits. Credit Danny Ferry. He found youth in this draft. Like a needle in a hay stack. Hickson won't turn 20 until September. (Jimmie Walker turned 61 this past Wednesday.)

mistertrendy and I were not too pleased with the selection. (We had no thoughts - negative or positive - on Jimmie Walker's birthday as we didn't know what day it was on.) Still judging from trendy's "If we take Kosta Koufous, I will fall out of my chair" text, he's got to be happy the Cavs didn't select the Ohio State attendee.

My initial reaction: "He's 6-foot-9? This guy sucks. He is a nerd. He will miss so many easy shots next year. He is a guy who misses a lot of shots."

trendy's: "No shit. Fuck. Why not Arthur or Douglas-Roberts? Fuckin' Ferry!"

In related news:

"Koufos' teammates, Othello Hunter and Jamar Butler of Lima, were not drafted."

I've always said that guys like Jamar Butler and before his time, Brent Darby, deserve to play six years in college.

The Indians moved into a tie for last place (yes!) with a thrilling 4-1 win over the powerhouse San Francisco Giants. These are not the same Giants who won the Super Bowl. These guys are in last place. They might be Giants, but they don't play like it. Cliff Lee, again magnificent, struck out 11 in eight innings.

Rain/lightning/thunder did away with our softball game last night. We've had four rainouts on the season and played one game in the month of June. Does it rain anywhere else in the world?

Comfest begins this afternoon. Our boys Hotel War play today at 1:20 p.m. on one of the stages (UPDATE: It's the "offramp.") I can't wait to see what "socially concious" message they have on the giant cups this year. And then I'll put duct tape over it. (But not the top of the cup. That would make it difficult to drink.)

- Compiled by Art McGregor