There are only two rules in Fight Club.

The first rule is that you do not talk about the Indians winning streak.

The second is that you DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE INDIANS WINNING STREAK!

I got terrific news again today! I am rich beyond my wildest imagination! Ohio has a program for new homeowners where they give you 4.99% interest or 2% of the cost of the home as a rebate. Unfortunately since I am so fabulously wealthy I do not qualify.

I watched the Tyson - McBride fight tonight on Showtime. I'm glad I didn't pay $45 to see it on pay per view (not that it was really ever an option). Tyson looked completely washed up and never really made much of an effort to do anything. I guess the thing that interests me about Tyson still is just the memory from almost 20 years ago when I watched him destroy everyone in his path.

My Infiniti dealer is absolutely terrible. Is it too much to expect them to return my calls when I try to schedule an appointment? I'm freaking trying to give them money and they don't even bother to respond. I've just send off a letter to the Infiniti Customer Relations, but I don't expect anything meaningful to happen. I'll probably get a call from the manager and then nothing will actually change.

I'm anxious that see the new CBA get signed in the NBA so that I can see what investments the Cavs are going to make in the off season. They should have roughly $25 million in cap space, but at least $10 million of that will be eaten up if they re-sign Z. Would Ray Allen or Michael Redd come here for $15 million? I think so. Would they come here for $12 million though? Not so sure. With that extra $3 million the Cavs could go get someone who can play defense. They desperately need that. I also wouldn't mind seeing them re-sign Tractor Traylor, even though they just cut him.

I think the latest Jessica Simpson video is the best piece of anything that's been shown on MTV in 5 years.

I went and saw my youngest brother pitch in Little League yesterday. He's in the majors (12-14). I had to leave after the 5th inning but his stat line at that point was 2 hits, 2 walks, 7 strikeouts.

Not too shabby.

The following tale is a detailed account of a dream that I had:


Places in the dream
Cleveland
Pittsburgh
Chicago
Ft. Worth
Dallas
Holden House in Pennsylvania

People in the dream
Jay Leno - cutting up onions (because he is my cook?)
Hugh Hefner - driving Fred Sanford's truck
Pamela Anderson - passenger in Fred Sanford's truck
Richard Pryor - I either am Richard Pryor or look like Richard Pryor. He is being chased by the cops or looked for by the cops at the Dallas airport
Alvin and the Chipmunks - I ate breakfast with them at a Waffle House



I was supposed to fly to Ft. Worth to meet my brother, but apparently I just went to the airport and got on the very first plane I could find. My original ticket was from Cleveland to Ft. Worth, leaving at 2:58 PM and arriving in Ft. Worth at 1:58 PM. Instead I arrived in Pittsburgh with my mom and bought a house, the Holden House. It was huge, had about 50 rooms and I remember the door buzzer went through a subwoofer, because I couldn't hear the buzzer so I turned up the bass and then I could hear it. There were also a lot of doors to the outside that were literally right next to each other. When I went into the kitchen I could see Jay Leno outside the window cutting up onions, so I can only assume that he was either my cook or my gardener.

From there I magically ended up back on an airplane to Chicago. I remember the captain saying "2 hours down and 6 hours to go" just as I was waking up. That didn't sound right, so that's when I looked at my ticket. I asked the guy next to me what time it was and all he said was "it's 55 after." I informed him how that was not particularly helpful. The next thing I know I was taking back off in Chicago, but not from the airport. The plane was getting onto the highway and going around a pretty sharp right turn. The pilot just lifted off and banked to the right. There were some really big power lines over there, like 500 feet tall. I was wondering if we were going to fly into them, but the pilot just kept banking and turning to the right. Eventually we were upside down - in a regular passenger jet. A girl apparently walked onto the plane as we were in the air and sat down in the back. At this point it looked more like a flying bus than an airplane. I didn't want to talk to her so I turned around and pretended I didn't see her.

We land in Dallas and my mom is there again. We go out to breakfast at Waffle House and sit with Alvin and the Chipmunks. Meatwad might also be there but I'm not sure. From there we go to what I think is my house, the Holden House in Pennsylvania, except we're still in Dallas. Hugh Hefner and Pamela Anderson drive up in Fred Sanford's truck. It's really front loaded, so they park and go into the house. I start to unload it, but all I grab is a sleeping bag, a chair, and some cardboard tube box. My mom takes the sleeping bag and says something about how heavy it is. After that I tell her that I have to go to the airport, so she drives me there in some blue van. Once we get there, I realize that it's not safe because the cops are there looking for Richard Pryor. Why I'm concerned about that I don't know. I think I might be Richard Pryor at this point, or I might just look like him. Either way I decide that I can't risk flying to Ft. Worth from Dallas because the cops might catch me. Then I realize that it's only a 35 minute drive, and that's when I leave.

By the afternoon of July 5th I should know if I'm the owner of a house.

I only give me about a 10% chance though since I know there are other bidders but not how many yet.

For some reason I think the Pistons are going to repeat. The Spurs are a very good team, and I don't know why I think the Pistons will beat them, I just do.

If I had to guess, I'd say that Detroit's hustle will carry them.