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…At his funeral, Fr. Bill Finch–known to many as a gruff, intimidating man–was called a “peep.” This reminded me that:
You know your pretensions to being an art connoisseur are phony when your favorite 20th-century American painting is reduced to this:
…Meanwhile, I just heard that my man K.G. may not play in the NBA post-season. A knee injury has plagued him all year.
This is a bitter disappointment for Preacher.
Garnett was my hero last June, when he and the Celtics put the then-hated Kobe Bryant in his place.
(Since then, Kobe became my man when he went to China.)
No Garnett means a tough May and June for Preacher.
…Though perhaps Dwight Howard could be this year’s hero.
If the Magic meet the Cavaliers, Howard could clean LeBron’s clock. Which would be sweet! We shall see…