I wrote about Knick President Phil Jackson’s first-year approach at Posting & Toasting, specifically focusing on payroll, prospects, and personnel moves. Long story short: his moves so far make sense, which is unusual for the Knicks. I trust him, which is unusual for a Knick. And we’ll need at least another couple years to really know how trusting the man and his moves has worked out. Short story long: click the link.
I recapped the Knicks’ latest abomination, a 38-point loss to the low-but-not-as-lowly-as-the-Knicks Sacramento Kings. Long story short: this was the worst performance by the Knicks in the worst season in their 69-year history.
Been sick for days. First, flu-like sick. Then vomiting & diarrhea sick (in a cruel twist, my body insists on voiding below the equator first, then demanding I bend over and puke where I just…voided. Sometimes the body is a dick). Now, migraines & vertigo for four days. And all the while, deadlines to the left of me; deadlines to the right of me.
The medication for the migraines and the dizzies works, but it’s like quelling a riot by dropping an A-bomb. It wipes out the targets, but it wipes out everything else in the area – in this case, the “area” is my brain. All the work I do depends on my ability to think. When I take this pill, I can’t think straight. It’s like being high, if being high sucked. Like, it doesn’t have any of the fun parts of feeling high…just the “Wow, my head is fucked up; I can’t think or drive right now; all I can do is sit and veg” feeling.
My cousin just emailed me a picture from when I was about 8. It’s me, my sisters, and my favorite dog ever, a Siberian husky named King. My head is still a mess. But my heart is smiling widely. Love you, prima.