The 25 Ways He Broke Me

Holy cats,

The town went wild last night after the basketball game. Down the block, kids were waving a C’s jersey like a beach towel at the passing cars, causing the drivers to honk in joyancy. There seemed to be a lot more emergency sirens than usual, too.

Kenpo Ben, after showing me 22 new ways to break me, requested that we head to the pub, order some nachos and watch the Kelly green monsters at work. Apparently, he was going for numbers 23 and 24.

Sitting on a church pew behind an enormous plate of food, I shivered in anticipation. Truthfully, I was shivering because they had the air on too high, I needed to occasionally go outside and warm up.

For the record, 3 hours on a church pew isn’t much in the way of comfort either. What actually made the game more than idly watching a team I didn’t like play a sport I don’t care for was the people. It was standing room only at James’ Gate last night, and every time Ray Allen sank a three, the place shrieked. I wonder about the interior of a pub like that. Does the screaming weaken the structural integrity of a building, leading to a phenomenon known as “brings down the house” or, like a violin, does the constant squeals, yells, and applause make the timbers of the joint resonate producing both a stronger bar and a better sounding one as well.

Regardless, last night Ray Allen sank a lot of threes. The place did not fall down. My ears are still ringing.

Work is gonna be fun today…


Nachos!