Tuesday, October 26, 2010

4 pts, 17 assts

Line score of the night.

Also: five rebounds and two steals. Mr. Point Guard to you.

How fabulous does our Rondo continue to be?

The comfort I reach for when the cold wind of the end of baseball starts blowing out of Joe Buck's cakehole is the start of the NBA. Tonight was opening night. I was out to dinner at Haleim's, so I only caught the fourth quarter of the season opener between the Celts and the Heat, but … woof, at least enough poetry in motion to get me through World Series Eve.

Mañana? Cliff Lee vs. Tim Lincecum? If I can't have my Yanks there, there is no better second choice.

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