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It's Thursday!
It's 1037 PM in Portland, my children are sleeping, the last errand is run, the bride's doing a cleansing mask and retired to the bedroom. I head outside into the still smokey air to enjoy a non-filtered Camel, think, check scores and write. My youngest, littlest dog, Shia (named after Shia LeBouf before given to us a few years ago) follows me to lie on a couch, awaiting my attention. He'll go to the bedroom when I do, after we check the eldest daughter's blood sugar level. Life after dark at bake's place is pretty routine.
I didn't get to watch much of the Thursday Night Football game while I kept company with my eldest. She had begun to behave in a manner that predicted little to no impulse control, so I felt better with an eye on her. I checked in on the game occasionally to see Cleveland developing, what turned out to be, an insurmountable lead against a very Geno Atkins - less Cincinnati defense.
Somewhere in the bowels of the NBA bubble, somebody's kicking themselves for scheduling a Playoffs game up against the NFL. Game 2 of the Eastern Conference Finals was won by the Heat and Boston is licking their wounds (figuratively) and will have to cross Disney's bubble campus on Saturday to play Miami as the home team. With only a day for travel and Marcus Smart's questionable chill, the Celtics may need some shamrock luck.
Remember what those inspirational posters told you: Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
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