Coming back.

Tonight will be my first game back on the court since my injury. I still don't feel one hundred percent, but I'm going to be playing a few minutes and contribute as much as I can tonight.

Cleveland is just as useless as I was with my ankle injury.

Every Friday we seem to dine at a new restaurant or something. The last few Fridays it was Shogun, or Sushiya, or Sushiya at the sushi bar doing the wave with my homeboy A.J. and his cute girlie Malory, who is also a kindergarten teacher, or Phil's BBQ and what not. The food was good, but the company was better. All I know is you shouldn't irritate George and come at him with, "You're supposed to tip me 15%." Regardless, the service you give to your table should reflect the tip your customers are going to give to you. If it's shitty like having mud-butt on a Saturday morning at work, or if it's exceptional like Kate Beckinsale's bottom then you make the decision. Just watch out for George cause he might not tip them, and then steal the tip your giving them too.