Blogger’s Block

If there's such a thing as blogger's block, I've got it. I've been meaning to write ever since last Friday, but every time I started starting at the blank sheet in front of me, my mind wandered to the Nuggets, youtube, or, most recently fantasy baseball.

I think evenings that involve Nuggets games end much better than evenings that don't. And evenings that involve going to Nuggets games…that's just taking it to the next level. I went to last Thursday's Jazz-Nuggets contest. I'm not sure whether it was the lower level seating for less than $20, the 2 people from Utah sitting to my left, or the fact that J. R. Smith could not miss in the first half, but the place was nuts. And I'm not evening mentioning the Birdman's season high 8 blocks. Needless to say, we won.

While I had initially planned on posting a lot more, it's late and I don't want to fall asleep in classes that I care about tomorrow. I also don't want to fall asleep in classes I don't care about, but that's much easier said than done…and by that I mean, basically impossible.

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