It might make a believer out of me once again

It might make a believer out of me once again

I'm not sure how many of you are following the NBA Finals (if any), but maybe you should check out one of these in the next few days. It's incredible. The Pistons--who haven't done anything since Isiah Thomas fifteen years ago--somehow got through the playoffs, and now they're absolutely dominating the biggest, most successful basketball franchise since Michael Jordan's Bulls. It's literally a Sandlot situation: this rag-tag bunch of players from the Motor City are taking on the polished, glamorous guys from Hollywood...and winning. This is the first time I've been excited about basketball since middle school. By crackity, it's just good fun.

Also, I'll do a post later about how I've become the epicenter of my own love(?) triangle. Two men are fighting over me. One is Elliot, my self-proclaimed fairy godmother from across the street from the Orbit and the other is Andy, the Anglo-Aussie banker in town for five days. It's pretty interesting. It's also pretty ridiculous, but it once again proves that all gay men love me.

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