Back from Vegas with a battered liver another screwed up knee from late night un-sober basketball. Crap.

Happily, this weekend's didn't involve any strippers or other such nonsense. It was bizarre in other, unexpected ways. Eg - hanging out with Dirk Nowitzki and Neve Campbell at Ghostbar. (Related query - is it strange that Dirk is there, getting wined and dined by the Maloofs, only a few days after he misses the last second shot and loses to Sacramento? Maybe the NBA really is fixed...)

The biggest surprise may have been when I checked the web and saw the Seattle-Phoenix score. Did the Storm really lose by 40 points? I know LJ didn't play... but still, that's gotta be some sort of mistake.