Please Talk to Me

I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving holiday, as I know I did. The turkey this year was the best turkey I’ve ever had. This year the turkey was one of those roaming birds that are prepared the day before Thanksgiving, and also the experiment with soaking a cheesecloth in sauce before spreading it over the bird to keep it from drying out was a complete success. It was nice over the long weekend to have some authentic chinese food as well, as the Asian population in Williamsburg drops 10% every time I leave town. To counteract the effects of all this good food, I played a ton of basketball. It was good getting on a court again, and the weather was beautiful. To my surprise, I wasn’t rusty at all, and I smoked my brother with the newest addition to my arsenal, the runner in the lane. That freakin’ shot was like 15/18. Sadly, my fantasy NBA team did not fare so well, suffering its first loss at the hands of Kungfucius. It was a pretty close match throughout, but injuries to Kirelenko (my first pick) and Magliore (secondary center) sunk my ship. Kenyon Martin sitting out with the flu didn’t help the cause either. So after the 4-5 loss, my team is in third, back 1.5 games. Those injured players are scheduled to be out for a few weeks, so the next few rounds are going to be rough.

I had some interesting travel experiences as well. For some reason that I cannot comprehend, strangers seem to enjoy talking to me whenever I travel. On my departing flight, I was hailed by a Hawaiian lady with a glazed over eye (not sure what that was all about, but there was something wrong with it) with a “You’re Chinese aren’t you?” WTF?! She then shot me a quick “Ni hao ma?” (it was pretty decent actually) and spent the rest of the trip telling me about her plans for her Thanksgiving in Las Vegas. I was polite, but in my mind I wanted to shake her violently and tell her to be quiet. Did I mention that I had to wake up at 4:30 AM to catch this flight?

Still, I’m glad to be back, and the cottage managed to withstand 4 days of Hurricane Sydney. He definitely missed me though, and has been following me around everywhere. He also keeps trying to get my attention by “talking” to me constantly, and it’s starting to get excessive. I swear I’m not antisocial!

Tags: fantasy sports, food