1) The tide of Scrabble victories has turned. I am now reigning champion, with my lastest win being called 2/2 (in medical jargon that's "secondary to") the slaughter rule, since I had a >100 point lead with no letters left in the bag (and it was almost bed time). Feels good.
2) George and I went to San Jose a few weeks ago to see the Sharks take on the Avalanche. Apparently, the Sharks are his team-away-from home, which in my opinion is much better than rooting for the friggin' Islanders. Boo Islanders. San Jose was a nice and interesting place, as much as I saw of it and its enormous Adobe corporate complex looming in the background.
The venue was pretty new, but I was not impressed with the amount of personal space alloted to each fan. I figured that a new arena (i.e., not the 1960's Civic Arena) would have incorporated some design elements that allowed for actual leg room. Yuck. But the Sharks won, and George's man-crush, Patrick Marleau, scored. So all was well. Sitting in parking lot traffic after that game, a complete stranger shouted, "Go Steelers!" (I have a Steeler logo stuck on my bumper.) We're everywhere, Steeler Nation! This nice surprise, however, did not allay my stress level from ridiculous traffic, and I pretty much yelled at a traffic cop who unnecessarily implied that I was an idiot. George was horrified. The full potential repercussions of my behavior didn't hit me until a few minutes later. Oops.3) Speaking of Steelers and stupid behavior--what is going on? My soul was moderately crushed last week with a wimpy performance against the Pats. Really, guys? Is that all you could bring? One half's worth of football? Three co-residents accompanied me to the bar to watch the game (which was blacked out in SF due to stupid broadcasting company policies), but there was no room in the inn at my favorite Steeler bar. We wound up going to a bar around the corner, full of (ugh) Seattle and Buffalo fans.
The Pats fans showed up after we settled in, and man did they suck ass. Without provocation, they started trash-talking, and one skinny old douchebag grabbed my Terrible Towel and waved it around. Thank god for Cascio (the Mike on the left; Mike Bonham is on the right; Kuang is in the middle) for doing the trash-talking retorts for me. And for retrieving my Terrible Towel.4) And on the visit-from-successful-friends front, Jim was in town this week. You can see him below, taking notes from my "How to take your technical knowledge, business acumen, and personal drive to become a master of the VC universe" lecture. Really.
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