I should have been researching, but . . .

Instead of that, I took these very bad pictures with my cell phone. While I stopped to pick up my daughter from her after school program, I ran into my neighbor who was there picking up his kids. He asked what I was doing tonight, I told him not much besides watching the Mavs-Grizzlies game. He said he had two tickets, and I'm sure you guys can figure out the rest of the story. The Mavs took over in the second quarter and never looked back. Now it's off to Memphis for two games (let's hope they're the last two games of this series--we need to rest up for the hated Spurs). I should have taken a picture of the fucking Yugoslavian asswhip that screamed the whole fucking game and who has permanently damaged the hearing in my left ear with the dreaded clapper (similar to what you see in the pic). Hopefully, he is lying in a ditch somewhere, face-down, gasping for his last breath. What a fucking dumbass.
On another note, after the game there are always people standing around giving away free shit--practically throwing shit at you, so that they can go home. I think I wound up with a free taco from Taco Bueno (I say taco, you say Bueno . . .), five complimentary passes to the Penthouse "gentleman's club," an issue of a locally published newspaper/journal type thing, and two bottles of VitaminWater--one orange and one fruit punch. Even though they asked that you only take one, my neighbor must have taken at least half a case. I was only planning on taking one myself, but he kept looking at me all disappointed, so I finally grabbed an extra one, just so he wouldn't get mad at me and make me walk back to Rockwall from downtown Dallas. But it was a pretty good time. Though probably not something I should have done. It's just hard to turn down tickets, especially playoff tickets.

I finally got all of my books home that I bought from the Sigma Tau Delta book sale, and I came out way ahead. For a measly nine dollars, I got this interesting collection of literature:

• Oroonoko by Aphra Behn
• Emma by Jane Austen (for the wife)
• Arc of Justice by Kevin Boyle (National Book Award winner)
• Closing Time by Joseph Heller (the sequel to Catch-22)
• Ulysses by James Joyce
• Ulysses by Hugh Kenner (helps explain Joyce's novel)
• Reading Joyce's Ulysses by Daniel Schwarz (ditto)
• Allusions in Ulysses by Weldon Thornton (ditto)
• Stephen Hero by James Joyce (beginnings of A Portrait of the Artist)
• Complete Works of Tacitus (Modern Library edition)
• The Dante Club by Matthew Pearl (Andi recommended it)
  
• Falling into Theory: Conflicting Views on Reading Literature by David Richter (because I'm a grad student in English)

and even a few books by Barbara Park for my daughter:

• Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
• JBJ is a Graduation Girl
• JBJ and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
• Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants

The problem is that I no longer have the storage space for these books. Some of them will wind up in a closet, others in a drawer, some stuffed here or there. It's a shame really, but what do you do? I'm starting to feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe.