We are Witnesses

Aaron’s Christmas present this year was two tickets to the Cavs vs. Warriors game in Oakland. Result: awesome. Lebron James proved strong enough to break the decades-long Holliday brother jinx on all Cleveland sports teams by hitting the game winning shot as time expired. Aaron and I were present eleven rows behind the Cavs bench wearing huge, curly brown Anderson Varejao wigs, and even the Warriors fans sitting around us seem stoked to have us there. In addition to some awesome basketball the night’s highlights included the courtside arrival of George Lucas (kid behind us: “Dad, who works for him?”, father: “Everyone.”) and some unbelievable intermission entertainment. The halftime entertainment saw the world’s most flexible man, who showed up in a tiny box and then fit his body through a tennis racket and a toilet seat. A timeout brought four short guys and a trampoline, leading to some of the most impressive dunks (think double back flips) that I’ve ever seen. There were cheerleaders (Cheerleaders are pretty…), drummers, t-shirt launches, pizza giveaways, and all manner of craziness.

The weekend’s other highlight was Aaron’s new best friend, Hanford. The puppy arrived on Wednesday and has since taken over Aaron’s life, getting him up through the night, finding all manners of rocks to eat, and generally behaving as you would expect a puppy to behave. The little guy is a bull mastiff, which apparently means that “little guy” will only apply for about a month, and also means that his back hips work on some sort of a pivot, giving him a distinctly tank-like walk. There was much bouncing, biting, chewing, and general mayhem throughout the three days that Hanford made my acquaintance.