I've been minding my own business this week. Trying not to think about how/why the Rockets all of a sudden find themselves in a 3-game tailspin (hint: stop shooting contested 3s and make your FTs. Oh, and give the ball to Luis Scola more.). Then all of a sudden, I got some of the worst news I have had in ages...
What... the... hell?
I moved back to Houston so I never have to deal with this kind of weather.
Upwards of 41 hours where I have to survive sub-freezing temperatures. And that's not even factoring the wind chill. Nooooooo!! I freakin' HATE cold weather. In fact, to put this in perspective, I hate cold weather even more than I hate the Utah Jazz. And I really, really hate the Utah Jazz.
So, yeah, I'm going into hibernation until this passes. It's too freakin' cold outside. I blame this on Trevor Ariza's free throw shooting. Which may be the only thing colder than the temperature in Houston for the next few days.