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Yesterday was an interesting day. I started the day off with waking up and going to a funeral. It's not something I prefer talking about or dealing with, but it's just another part of life we go through. I remember walking down the hill with Ollie talking about life. And how it's just a cycle. We are in the phase of life where we face death, but soon we will be facing marriage. And each and everyone of us will have that some kind of wonderful in our life. And so the cycle continues.


Afterwards we ate at East Buffet. I was stuffed.


As soon as I get back to the house, I hook myself up to the Bruce Machine to get my muscles relaxed. Since coming back to the court, my entire body has been aching. It helped somewhat, but not so much. I was still sore from doing something more productive than sitting on my ass in front of my Mac.


We played against the Fam or as I like to call them "Team Elegado." I'm cool with his kids and what not, but the tough guy act just doesn't do it for me. I mean, I'm not the type to go out looking for trouble nor am I the type to talk shit to players. I'll just call it how it is. If you're doing something Bruce Bowen like (dirty ass player), I'll let everyone know. I was shaken up a bit and lost focus. But as soon as the second half started, I regained focus and we all played our game. We won and I hit the game winning 3. And that was some feeling since it was the first one in my career as well as being our first win in our season.


Later on after the game, I guess some random person didn't like my comments on the court. I have to admit, I was a little more vocal than usual, but the entire team kept yappin'. I have bruises and scratches to show for it too. So don't think I'm flopping like Manu, but he was really irritating me the entire night. And so after the game, I go to each one of the players on the other team so shake their hands and tell them good game, but no... This guy has to grab my hand and threaten me. As I recall, "Don't fuckin' front on me," was repeated over and over. I'm not going to back down and I'm not going to let him talk shit to me. But then again, I just came back from an injury and I'm not going to jeopardize myself by stooping to his level. He seemed upset... so upset he had to walk by me not once, but twice and come at me again with, "Don't fuckin' stare at me." I stood up to him and told him to stop coming at me. At first I thought he put on his gold grill and got bold all of a sudden, but it was just his gold braces.... I think?! Well something out of nothing started and it's the end of it. Looks like I got to him instead of him getting to me. He probably wanted me to do something to get me kicked out of the league or something stupid like that. And on top of that, he has more to lose than I do. I was the bigger man and did nothing. We play them again on Wednesday and I won't say anything, I'll just let my jumper go to work on the team.


Afterwards we celebrated at Cheers with our bartender Jaimie (sp). Seemed like karaoke night as soon as Just Friends was on the jukebox. We need to win more often.


Cleveland blows. The BrewHouse in La Jolla was entertaining tonight.


Work at 5.