: About Me

I left my friend's place after Game 6 of Celtics-Bulls last night, exhausted and in a malaise. My memory of what had just transpired usually crystal clear was so clouded and fragmented, my thoughts so blurred, that I had trouble finding a subway station I've utilized countless times. After making the 30-minute journey back home during which I must have looked like a zombie to strangers around me I watched highlights of the game. Actually strike that, highlights of the fight, the battle. Because let's face it, this war of attrition was the closest mind-body struggle between two adversaries ...