Rockets fell apart in Game 6 of their playoffs with the WWF, er Utah, last night. That's a photo of poor Yao shot last night in the uber-ugly fourth quarter by Nick de la Torre of the Houston Chronicle. I wish we were still in, you know: With Yao and Stevie and without Rafer's ankle injury last night. I think this disabled team played to its limits through adversity, but they just could not overcome the monster that was Utah. The Jazz are not only a physically aggressive bunch; they're smart and extremely talented. Watching them and the Lakers will be some fun.
But at the beginning of the Rockets season there was so much promise. Amazing team. And Bonzi was there, too. The painful trades made the team better. Then Yao was out. Then Stevie. And Rafer's ankle? Maybe he would have mended in time to get back in. But I don't think we could've gone all the way without Rafer.
Anyhoo, there are some numbers to report:
99.3 fever (eeuuuuuuwww)
1.3 white cells (yeah!)
29,000 platelets (yeah!)
8.5 hemoglobin (yeah!)
2.84 red BC (yeah!)
All is well but the fever. Conlon said this morning that Monday is the earliest he can go home.
I did some office work this morning. There's still so much more to do. I'm going to get coffee, maybe have a good cry, and put one foot in front of the other and get on with it.
We got good news yesterday. Vlad cleared the pre-existing condition hurdle with the short-term disability people. They're sending a check next week, retroactive for four weeks. That'll take the edge off any financial concerns. There's still some issues about how long they're covering us. We fully expect another "broomstick" event, and then probably another. Lucky for me, Vlad loves to argue with these people. If only I had a nickel for everytime I've heard him say, "I want to speak to your manager."
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