Tonight I’ll be flipping between Jewish boxer/Rabbi-in-training Yuri Foreman and Game 2 of Celts vs. L.A. I can’t imagine a better Saturday night. Go ahead and insert your mid-30′s joke here, except I’ve always been this way. In college I loved doing laundry on Friday nights. Wash, dry, fold…ah, bliss.
Micah,
Congratulations on winning the PEN/Saul Bellow Award. I am duly, duly impressed. Please give me your predictions on Lakers vs. Celtics. You live in Boston, right?
Kindly,
Dan Wiktor
I’ll take the congrats but not for that award. The PEN/Saul Bellow is not the Saul Bellow Prize for Fiction. The Saul Bellow Prize for Fiction is given by Mr. Bellow’s long-time editor Al Silverman, who’s been involved with the BU MFA program for years. The PEN is awarded by those folks at PEN, whoever they are (I imagine a clutch of serious white men, eyes squinted, forever sighing with disappointment).
But thank you anyway, Mr. Wiktor. We take it wherever we can get it, yes? Perhaps I should have announced I’ve won the Noble Piece Prize for Literature. Rim shot? Eh.
As for L.A. vs. Boston, I have no idea. Boston can look unbeatable when it seems to interest them. Game 1 they looked disinterested, which I don’t understand. But this group thrives on the backs-against-the-wall thing, so maybe it’s all a strange plan to lull the Lakers into complacency…or maybe the Lakers just outplayed them.
Oh, we do still live in Boston. Sort of. Outside of Boston, to be precise. The lovely town of Holliston. Only fifteen minutes from a good restaurant.
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