Obligatory Carolina Deconstruction:
My father was a little bummed out that the game last night was much closer than it should have been or was supposed to be, but to me, I see it this way: last year, the year before? We would have lost that game. The boys played good defense and only showed that the same problem that's plagued them for the last three years - inability to defend against the three pointer - is still plaguing them, but it's not quite as bad now, and they made their free throws down the lines (say it with me, kids: TEAMS THAT DON'T MAKE FREE THROWS DON'T WIN GAMES!), and they played like team. Last year, they'd have lost. This year, they won. That's a huge difference.
Also. The last time Carolina won five games in a row was Matt Doherty's first year coaching there. Make of that what you will, but I'd say that my boys are back.
Today's list is straight from High Fidelity, and I refuse to apologize for my laziness. It is Top 5 Dream Jobs: the jobs you would want if time, money, talent, skills were no option. The jobs you might never have or even logically, realistically want, but the ones you think "Damn, that could be a lot of fun" about. And do not let this depress you! It is not depressing! It's a fantasy world! Those are two different things entirely!
My list:1. Professional writer. I think this one's a given, eh?
2. Professional trophy wife. I am quite certain that I would be excellent at planning dinner parties and taking lots of Valium and spending my husband's money. Who wants to marry me and let me live in the lap of luxury?
3. SportsCenter anchor. What? I'd be good at it, and I'm way cuter than most of the guys on ESPN these days.
4. Librarian. Particularly in a university library or a research-only setting. Good thing I'm going to school for that then, eh?
5. Photographer for Food magazine. I don't much enjoy eating (I know, I know, it's just this thing I've got) but I love cooking and have developed a recent love for taking photos of what I cook, as well. (See also the Thanksgiving photos, and there are more than I should post soon.) So, you know, I could dig that job.
Honorable mention: General Manager of a Major League Baseball franchise. I'd be awful at it and get canned within the year, but goddamnit, I'd have fun doing it.
What about you?
If the FedEx Guy doesn't show up soon, I'm going to kill someone. *RAGE*