growing old takes the romance out of failure

First, a couple of clarifications/addendums to the Moustaches of Peace post.

1) The month I have off is UNPAID. Hopefully I am eligible for unemployment, but I definitely do not get paid by my current employer. So it ain't gonna be all that great, other than the fact that I will be spending it growing one of the most intense and, in a certain sense, significant moustaches of the last 20 years. Won't you join me?
2) Maybe the Paypal thing is too aggressive for the Moustache project. I think pledged donations are fine, and you can send in a check once you actually see me deliver the moustache you hoped for. So Paypal is coming down, don't think anybody used it anyway. So far I have the following pledge amounts:
Dipak: $20
D. Kois: $10
pbdotc: $10
Christina, Doug and cW are all in but without specific dollar amounts. You can make a pledge by clicking on the photo on the right, or you can just wait for the results and donate based on how much you enjoy the final product. And of course, you can back out at any time (assuming you don't care about disabled war veterans).
3) I really enjoyed the Moustache Starting Fives you all put together. I am going to give everybody who submitted one a ten point bonus and I am going to give the 30 point Grand Prize to pbdotc. His list contained four moustache icons and then a nice humorous finish with Rosie O'Donnell. Well done to him and to the rest of you as well. It was a very tough decision.
4) I forgot that my 5-year wedding anniversary is on June 1st. So in the interest of complete disclosure, let me announce that the moustache project will actually get underway on 6/2/07.

I left my cellphone in a cab this weekend. I was on my way to basketball and I got dropped off at 11th st. and 6th ave. The driver pulled away and then a minute or so later I reached into my pocket and realized the phone was gone. I could still see the cab -- he was stopped at the light at the corner of 11th street and 7th avenue. I know that's a crazy 3-street intersection -- Greenwich Ave., 11th st. and 7th avenue -- because a kid in my elementary school got decapitated by a truck while crossing the street there in like 3rd grade. Armed with the knowledge that it would probably be a long light, I decided to make a dash for it. I ran right in the street, full sprint, flailing my arms so if he looked in his rear view he migt see me (I suspect he did, but chose not to care). When I got to about the halfway point in the block, the light changed and he drove away, making a left onto 7th avenue. I almost gave up but decided to push through in the hope that he got hailed again. Sure enough, someone had flagged him down and he pulled over. I was still a good 80 feet away as he started to pull from the curb, but at this point I simply was not going to let him escape. I screamed out "TAXI" like a goddamn lunatic and he heard me. He stopped, I opened the back door, and there was my cellphone, gently tucked under the ass of the new passenger.

It would have been a happy story except:
1) I hate my cellphone because it keeps shutting down for no reason.
2) I pulled a muscle in my lower leg and after about three or four good games of ball, the leg shut down completely and still hurts.

The moral of the story is that old greasebags like me have to stretch before doing anything physical.

It was a good weekend anyway. Hope you dug it too.

Oh, I figured out with 92% certainty what it is that happened in the last 15 years that fucked up professional (and college) basketball. Remind me to tell you sometime. Or you can state your own opinion and if it matches my (92% correct) opinion, you get 20 GP's.