Well the confetti flew, mostly to boos, but who cares? After a bit of a scare -- I swore I wouldn't be anxious, after all, they were up 3-0, I didn't necessarily want Cleveland to be humiliated, I like Lebron James and hate how he's being percieved, yada, yada -- the Spurs managed to stifle yet another fourth-quarter resurgence to take the broom to the Caveliers.
Granted I can't imagine how anticlimactic it would be to win in an arena where your colors aren't in sight and the fans are hanging around mostly to cuss you, but still, they looked happy enough.
Not that it was pretty. Tim Duncan forgot his driving glasses and the Spurs seem to have been reading all the press about how no one was watching this finals series because they were determined to let Cleveland creep back in and give them a run at every game before pulling it out again. In retrospect, it seems a bit perverse, like the cats who, after having captured a mouse, let the paw up, let the victim scurry and scramble for miniscule seconds, the whiff of freedom in the air, before pinning the claws in again.
The game was a nice break from my otherwise hectic life. Good hectic, but hectic. I have been getting a lot of work on the freelance illustration scene. I just finished this flyer for an upcoming concert featuring the White Mice and Finger of God. By the way, if you're in town, please go. Bash's on University, $5 at the door for 21-up. I also got asked by the Hive Gallery to enter a group art show in Los Angeles -- my first gallery showing and I guess it's getting off on the right foot. That will be in August. I'm doing some more posters and t-shirts and such, so it's coming along. Granted, there is ink and paint and whatever else all over the house, but I guess you make sacrifices for the art lol.
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