Take That, Evil Lakers!
Somewhere toward the end of the first quarter, I stormed off toward the kitchen, saying, "They're gonna blow it, oh man! This entire year, eight months, wasted! Worthless, overpaid, grumble grumble, and Diaw has just been horrible..."
"Daddy," Elijah said. "Stop whining."
"Touche," said Regina.
"What does touche mean?" Elijah asked.
"It means you got daddy good."
"I got you good, daddy."
"Yeah, yeah," I said.
"Now I'm going to throw the Lakers in the trash. Then I'm going to eat them as a sandwich, but an evil sandwich because they're made of evil meat. Then I'm going to turn them into lightbulbs and they'll have to light our whole house while we're making fun of them. Take that, evil Lakers!"
Then coach put in Barbosa, and there was joy in Sunsville.
Suns 95, Lakers 87.