Jordan sent in his "I'm back" message via fax in 1995.
Well, my trial is over. My client emerged successful. Which means that I also emerged successful. Which also means that I am now able to dedicate some more time to my true passion:
Arguing with anyone who doesn't think Nirvana is the greatest band ever. The Houston Rockets. Oh, and this blog thing.
We better beat the Sacramento Kings tonight... it's not like they'll have the services of Kevin Martin to help them. And we won't have Rafer. That's gotta be like a double bonus in our favor or something. Right?