The US President makes $400,000 per year, and the Vice President makes $208,100.
A US Senator or Representative makes $162,100.
A US Supreme Court Justice makes $199,200.
Closer to home, Ted Kulongoski, the chief elected official of the State of Oregon, pulls in $93,600. Oregon legislators make $18,408. Oregon Supreme Court Justices make $105,000.
What brings this all up? This report on how each state's governors fare economically with the highest paid employees (who are generally university football coaches). (Hat tip to the O's "Playbooks and Profits" blog).
U of O's Mike Bellotti makes about $1.25 million a year (despite consistently under-performing and habitually firing assistants as scapegoats). The highest paid state employee of all is Alabama's Nick Saban, who famously bolted from the Miami Dolphins for a lucrative $4 million of taxpayer money per year.
I understand that university sports are profit centers for schools. But often the sports, at best, pay for themselves. They generally don't add to the educational environment. That many argue that sports drive alumni giving isn't a fully-considered argument, since most of that money is given to sports programs, and thus doesn't benefit the educational environment anyway.
Meanwhile, states don't pay competitive salaries to their leaders. Any wonder that most people feel our politicians are poor leaders? Any wonder that they appear to be willing to go to great lengths to sweeten their pots in marginally legal, or downright illegal, ways?
I don't know the solution to the problem. I'm sure I don't even understand the whole problem. But, certainly, there's a problem, and it needs to be fixed...
August 29, 2007
August 28, 2007
August 27, 2007
Minnesota Holiday Recap
Thursday at 4:30 am, I pulled my lazy butt out of bed and collected my daughter and flew off to the Land of 10,000 Lakes. I'd bought a new bottle of Baby Benadryl a week prior, and it appeared my daughter knew of my evil plot to zonk her out for at least one leg of our two-plane journey. She fought and she fought, but I administered the dose, and caught some shut-eye as she slept peacefully on my lap during our flight from Portland to Denver. In Denver, a short lay-over, two diaper changes (happily, she dropped the deuce before we boarded the second plane, so I didn't have to worry about trying to negotiate myself and baby out of our window seat and up the aisle), and away we went to Minneapolis.
Upon arrival I sent my wife the requisite flix-message (the Verizon Wireless version of a video message) with my daughter prancing around baggage claim and me providing narration, then we (my mom came along to offer me moments of respite here and there) gathered our bags, the car seat, and my girl and headed out to the rainy traffic loop, where my aunt picked us up shortly after.
It was raining cats and dogs in Minneapolis when we arrived, and I feared that weather.com had failed me when it told me to pack for warmth. We headed northwest to Big Sandy Lake, where my aunt has a cabin, and about half-way there the clouds broke and we realized things would be alright.
We got to the cabin at around 6pm, just in time for dinner. From the entry, the cabin looked cabin-ish. Appeared to be single-floor, small deck, not huge by any means. Inside I realized it was more of a forest paradise. Two floors, vaulted ceilings, huge picture windows overlooking the lake...it was beautiful.
So, we settled in for the night, I got the girl to sleep, and my mom and myself enjoyed sipping adult beverages and catching up with my aunt and her husband. In the back of my mind, I dreaded the next day, because I knew I needed to get to work on preparing myself for a trial on Monday, which is always the best way to spend a few days off.
We woke up Friday and, after breakfast, went for a ride on my aunt's party barge. At first, my daughter wanted to captain the ship, but we convinced her otherwise and she decided to join me in sitting in the sun, enjoying the warm-ish air running past us as we rounded the lake.
We headed out, and then I finally got a chance to take the whole "cabin" in.
My daughter and I settled up front. She alternated between sitting on my lap (mostly so she could get the Goldfish crackers I had stashed away for her)...
...and walking to the front of the boat to see what was ahead and point out each and every single bird in the tri-county area.
After a couple of hours rounding the lake, we went back to the cabin. My daughter took her nap, and I got to work on reading depositions and hating this part of life. My cell phone, which got horrible service throughout my time in that particular area of the state, told me around 2pm that I had a voice message. I went out on the deck, located the 3 square-inch area where I could get a signal, and listened with glee to the news that my case had settled and I could therefore actually vacation. I cracked open a celebratory can of Diet Coke and added it to some celebratory whiskey, atop some very jubilant ice.
That night we had a fish fry and stayed up late watching various poker shows on the sports networks. I'd never realized how interesting watching poker can be. I don't think it justifies the whole trend towards whole giant blocks of card-playing television, but it did keep me entertained for an hour or so.
Saturday, the main event. My grandfather, who is 80 years-old and not horribly likely to see many more birthdays, was driven up to meet his great grand-daughter. If my dad were still alive, this would be a 4-generation picture. As it is, it'll have to do.
I was very happy that he had a chance to meet my girl. She was, predictably, frightened of him the whole time, but at least some day I'll be able to tell her that she met him.
After lunch and some general BS-ing around the living room, my grandfather and his wife left and we packed our things to go. A two-hour drive down to White Bear Lake, an ordered pizza, and an early bed-time awaited us, as Sunday would start early.
On Sunday we were due to be on our plane at 10:30. We couldn't leave without first visiting with my father's oldest, bestest friend, and so we had breakfast at a delightful place called the Highland Grill. My dad's friend is a writer, director, and producer of plays based in the Twin Cities, but also several traveling shows. Apparently, he's known as "The Brian Dennehy of Italy," which strikes me as being something about as ambiguous as being the Viggo Mortensen of South Korea or The Goo Goo Dolls of Lisbon. Not sure exactly what it means, but as I mentioned to him in an e-mail today, it must be a compliment by whoever came up with it.
This fellow also happened to know my mother well, as my mother met my dad at college, where he'd previously met his friend, and the three of them got along famously. Which was all good, because while he and my mom primarily drove the conversation I was able to try to convince my daughter to eat some of her french toast. Of course, at 7:30am Minnesota time, we were still at least an hour ahead of her normal wake-up time, so she wasn't really too interested.
The most interesting part of the whole conversation was something I either never knew or completely forgot about. My dad was a paralegal at a local law firm (which shall remain nameless) here in Portland when he died, unexpectedly, in 1991. Many of the lawyers from the firm turned up at the funeral, which was all well and good because my dad was something of an office clown and had entertained many people there with his various jokes (I still hear from people every now and then who see my name in law-related stuff, and they all universally tell me how much fun my dad was to have around).
Anyway, apparently, many of these lawyers were making the rounds after the service, in the reception area, and were going to great lengths to tell everyone that I wouldn't ever need to worry about college, because they were going to set up a fund for me to pay for my schooling since my dad wouldn't be able to help.
Predictably, nothing ever came of it. I racked up $120k in student loans (the principal of which I've barely dented) and, when I sought an internship (and, later, a job as a lawyer) with my dad's old firm, was never even offered a courtesy interview (which I'd only expect if I'd recalled the empty promises that had been made 50 feet from my father's corpse by his alleged friends).
Of course, I'm powerless to do anything about this. I can't bring it up with anybody, because at this stage in the game I have to worry more about alienating future contacts and burning bridges I'm not even close to crossing than about some broken promise to a high school kid. But my dad's friend was repulsed to hear that none of my schooling had been payed for by these people, and so apparently he's going to send them a nasty-gram, which is fine with me.
Armed with that knowledge, we headed to the airport. While waiting in line, my daughter accidentally poked me in the eye, and somehow managed to scratch my cornea with her finger nails. Unpleasant, to say the least. I think this was in retaliation for the Baby Benadryl I'd just spiked her with. Whatever caused her to lash out in such a vicious manner, the upshot was me, walking around like a patchless pirate for 5 hours between two airports and on two planes as my eye throbbed and my nose ran (due to an unfortunate combination of over-active allergies and a constant stream of tears in my left eye that contributed to my post-nasal drip). By the time we got to Portland, I was able to open my eye, but my vision was extremely blurred for the remainder of the day, and is better-but-not-completely-back even now.
So, my vacation was complete. And now, a new one begins in just a couple of days. Thursday we head off to the Golden Bear State. I'll make sure to tell Arnold hi for you.
Upon arrival I sent my wife the requisite flix-message (the Verizon Wireless version of a video message) with my daughter prancing around baggage claim and me providing narration, then we (my mom came along to offer me moments of respite here and there) gathered our bags, the car seat, and my girl and headed out to the rainy traffic loop, where my aunt picked us up shortly after.
It was raining cats and dogs in Minneapolis when we arrived, and I feared that weather.com had failed me when it told me to pack for warmth. We headed northwest to Big Sandy Lake, where my aunt has a cabin, and about half-way there the clouds broke and we realized things would be alright.
We got to the cabin at around 6pm, just in time for dinner. From the entry, the cabin looked cabin-ish. Appeared to be single-floor, small deck, not huge by any means. Inside I realized it was more of a forest paradise. Two floors, vaulted ceilings, huge picture windows overlooking the lake...it was beautiful.
So, we settled in for the night, I got the girl to sleep, and my mom and myself enjoyed sipping adult beverages and catching up with my aunt and her husband. In the back of my mind, I dreaded the next day, because I knew I needed to get to work on preparing myself for a trial on Monday, which is always the best way to spend a few days off.
We woke up Friday and, after breakfast, went for a ride on my aunt's party barge. At first, my daughter wanted to captain the ship, but we convinced her otherwise and she decided to join me in sitting in the sun, enjoying the warm-ish air running past us as we rounded the lake.
We headed out, and then I finally got a chance to take the whole "cabin" in.
My daughter and I settled up front. She alternated between sitting on my lap (mostly so she could get the Goldfish crackers I had stashed away for her)...
...and walking to the front of the boat to see what was ahead and point out each and every single bird in the tri-county area.
After a couple of hours rounding the lake, we went back to the cabin. My daughter took her nap, and I got to work on reading depositions and hating this part of life. My cell phone, which got horrible service throughout my time in that particular area of the state, told me around 2pm that I had a voice message. I went out on the deck, located the 3 square-inch area where I could get a signal, and listened with glee to the news that my case had settled and I could therefore actually vacation. I cracked open a celebratory can of Diet Coke and added it to some celebratory whiskey, atop some very jubilant ice.
That night we had a fish fry and stayed up late watching various poker shows on the sports networks. I'd never realized how interesting watching poker can be. I don't think it justifies the whole trend towards whole giant blocks of card-playing television, but it did keep me entertained for an hour or so.
Saturday, the main event. My grandfather, who is 80 years-old and not horribly likely to see many more birthdays, was driven up to meet his great grand-daughter. If my dad were still alive, this would be a 4-generation picture. As it is, it'll have to do.
I was very happy that he had a chance to meet my girl. She was, predictably, frightened of him the whole time, but at least some day I'll be able to tell her that she met him.
After lunch and some general BS-ing around the living room, my grandfather and his wife left and we packed our things to go. A two-hour drive down to White Bear Lake, an ordered pizza, and an early bed-time awaited us, as Sunday would start early.
On Sunday we were due to be on our plane at 10:30. We couldn't leave without first visiting with my father's oldest, bestest friend, and so we had breakfast at a delightful place called the Highland Grill. My dad's friend is a writer, director, and producer of plays based in the Twin Cities, but also several traveling shows. Apparently, he's known as "The Brian Dennehy of Italy," which strikes me as being something about as ambiguous as being the Viggo Mortensen of South Korea or The Goo Goo Dolls of Lisbon. Not sure exactly what it means, but as I mentioned to him in an e-mail today, it must be a compliment by whoever came up with it.
This fellow also happened to know my mother well, as my mother met my dad at college, where he'd previously met his friend, and the three of them got along famously. Which was all good, because while he and my mom primarily drove the conversation I was able to try to convince my daughter to eat some of her french toast. Of course, at 7:30am Minnesota time, we were still at least an hour ahead of her normal wake-up time, so she wasn't really too interested.
The most interesting part of the whole conversation was something I either never knew or completely forgot about. My dad was a paralegal at a local law firm (which shall remain nameless) here in Portland when he died, unexpectedly, in 1991. Many of the lawyers from the firm turned up at the funeral, which was all well and good because my dad was something of an office clown and had entertained many people there with his various jokes (I still hear from people every now and then who see my name in law-related stuff, and they all universally tell me how much fun my dad was to have around).
Anyway, apparently, many of these lawyers were making the rounds after the service, in the reception area, and were going to great lengths to tell everyone that I wouldn't ever need to worry about college, because they were going to set up a fund for me to pay for my schooling since my dad wouldn't be able to help.
Predictably, nothing ever came of it. I racked up $120k in student loans (the principal of which I've barely dented) and, when I sought an internship (and, later, a job as a lawyer) with my dad's old firm, was never even offered a courtesy interview (which I'd only expect if I'd recalled the empty promises that had been made 50 feet from my father's corpse by his alleged friends).
Of course, I'm powerless to do anything about this. I can't bring it up with anybody, because at this stage in the game I have to worry more about alienating future contacts and burning bridges I'm not even close to crossing than about some broken promise to a high school kid. But my dad's friend was repulsed to hear that none of my schooling had been payed for by these people, and so apparently he's going to send them a nasty-gram, which is fine with me.
Armed with that knowledge, we headed to the airport. While waiting in line, my daughter accidentally poked me in the eye, and somehow managed to scratch my cornea with her finger nails. Unpleasant, to say the least. I think this was in retaliation for the Baby Benadryl I'd just spiked her with. Whatever caused her to lash out in such a vicious manner, the upshot was me, walking around like a patchless pirate for 5 hours between two airports and on two planes as my eye throbbed and my nose ran (due to an unfortunate combination of over-active allergies and a constant stream of tears in my left eye that contributed to my post-nasal drip). By the time we got to Portland, I was able to open my eye, but my vision was extremely blurred for the remainder of the day, and is better-but-not-completely-back even now.
So, my vacation was complete. And now, a new one begins in just a couple of days. Thursday we head off to the Golden Bear State. I'll make sure to tell Arnold hi for you.
August 22, 2007
Off to the Homeland (and further impending absenteeism)
I'll be gone alot in the next couple of weeks. Tomorrow morning I leave for Minnesota so that my daughter can meet my dearly-departed father's side of the family (particularly my aging grandpa before he slips the surly bonds), and that trip ends Sunday.
Then, next Thursday, the whole family will up and leave for a roadie to California. Planned stops: Wildlife Safari, The Monterey Bay Aquarium, and the Greater Santa Barbara Metropolitan Area (where my brother-in-law lives).
That's a lot of travel with a near-2-year-old girl.
Sure, she's cute now. Wait 'til we get on the plane, though...
Wish me luck.
Then, next Thursday, the whole family will up and leave for a roadie to California. Planned stops: Wildlife Safari, The Monterey Bay Aquarium, and the Greater Santa Barbara Metropolitan Area (where my brother-in-law lives).
That's a lot of travel with a near-2-year-old girl.
Sure, she's cute now. Wait 'til we get on the plane, though...
Wish me luck.
August 21, 2007
Should Bojack get a Tssk Tssk?
Friend-of-the-blog Bojack ran a bit afoul of me not-too-far-back, with his repeated jumping upon the story of local police officer Hythum Ismail, who's been placed on administrative leave pending an investigation into the circumstances surrounding a drug bust involving a friend who was renting space in his house. Now, I have no problem with raising the flag on a story of possible police misconduct. That's entirely fair. What particularly raised my hackles was the June installment of Bojack's discussion of the situation, where I felt he was getting a little too close to saying that Hythum was dirty (particulary in the comments, where he lamented that the long silence by the press provided a situation where "the cops [can] cover everything up and present a sanitized version for the sheep," and further seemed to think that an officer having outside interests indicated evil: "A quick look around the internet shows that this fellow appears to have a restaurant, some sort of neon sign business, real estate in Texas, and who knows what all else, going on on the side").
Anyway, Friday the Portland Tribune printed the backstory on the officer, including almost universal opinion from people who know him (including the mother of the turd he was helping out) saying that Hythum most certainly had no clue what was going on. Since Bojack had been crying out for the press to provide some greater insight into what was going on, and had lamented the lack of press on this story, I expected a verbose acknowledgment of the story, and perhaps a wordy discussion on what it might mean. Instead, a brief mention of the article the following day, with a "nice to get some information about the case after all this time."
As I noted in my comments at Bojack, I'm a friend of Hythum's, so I'm probably a bit biased here. But, given how much the Blogfather has done to try to advance the story and push for some airing of the laundry in this case, frankly I expected more out of him. He seems all too eager to decide that Ismail is guilty of something. But given the sort of people who are standing up for Hythum (a former Deputy DA, a State Police Crime Lab guy, the president of the Police Union, and family members of the guy that took advantage of him), I'd hope he'd offer a more charitable view towards this officer in this case.
UPDATE: Bojack's reply.
Anyway, Friday the Portland Tribune printed the backstory on the officer, including almost universal opinion from people who know him (including the mother of the turd he was helping out) saying that Hythum most certainly had no clue what was going on. Since Bojack had been crying out for the press to provide some greater insight into what was going on, and had lamented the lack of press on this story, I expected a verbose acknowledgment of the story, and perhaps a wordy discussion on what it might mean. Instead, a brief mention of the article the following day, with a "nice to get some information about the case after all this time."
As I noted in my comments at Bojack, I'm a friend of Hythum's, so I'm probably a bit biased here. But, given how much the Blogfather has done to try to advance the story and push for some airing of the laundry in this case, frankly I expected more out of him. He seems all too eager to decide that Ismail is guilty of something. But given the sort of people who are standing up for Hythum (a former Deputy DA, a State Police Crime Lab guy, the president of the Police Union, and family members of the guy that took advantage of him), I'd hope he'd offer a more charitable view towards this officer in this case.
UPDATE: Bojack's reply.
August 19, 2007
Hockey Brawl
If your average hockey game was still like this, ESPN would be all-hockey, all-the-time.
August 17, 2007
August 16, 2007
Proof of Bear Grylls' Fakery?
August 08, 2007
Obligatory "Barry Hit 756" Acknowledgement
If you're looking for coverage on the "new record holder," you can go to this link for a good run-down of what's being said out there. I'm also borrowing their asterisk, because I can't get a big enough font on Blogger.
It's no mistake that Kurt Vonnegut drew an asterisk when referring to an asshole. He must've seen this coming.
Anyway, now that I don't have to hear about Barry trying to chase down Hank Aaron's record anymore, I can go back to what I was doing yesterday -- acknowledging Hammering Hank as the all-time home run king. As long as the asterisk remains, Bonds has no legitimacy to me whatsoever, and thus needn't be acknowledged any further.
It's no mistake that Kurt Vonnegut drew an asterisk when referring to an asshole. He must've seen this coming.
Anyway, now that I don't have to hear about Barry trying to chase down Hank Aaron's record anymore, I can go back to what I was doing yesterday -- acknowledging Hammering Hank as the all-time home run king. As long as the asterisk remains, Bonds has no legitimacy to me whatsoever, and thus needn't be acknowledged any further.
August 07, 2007
August 05, 2007
755*
The mere fact that we have to continue to have a serious discussion about the asterisk says too much about what this "accomplishment" is actually worth...
August 04, 2007
I Hate OJ
I hope he spends every single day of the rest of his life dealing with this sort of humiliation.
Well, at least until he finally tracks down the real killer, of course...
Well, at least until he finally tracks down the real killer, of course...
August 02, 2007
Tradewinds a-blowin'
So now there's scuttlebutt that the Utah Jazz may be drooling over Portland's Joel Przybilla. And now we're seeing that my old predictions of Przybilla and Jack to somebody may yet come true.
The proposal: Gordon Giricek and Ronnie Brewer for Przybilla and Sergio Rodriguez. That trade works, but does that make it the one we want? I don't see us parting with Sergio.
I also checked the trade using Martell Webster and Jarrett Jack instead of Sergio. Jack worked. Martell didn't.
Last time I checked, Ime Udoka was still shopping a contract. Could we work him into a sign and trade?
In the end, though this deal relieves some congestion in our bigs, I don't know how it helps us ultimately. We're stocked at SG with Brandon and Martell (and Fernandez in the wings, off in Europe) and though Brewer could do some work at the SF, I don't know if we need a 'tweener on the roster. But, if the team really is moving toward Sergio as our starting PG in a season or two, moving Jarrett makes sense, and this deal isn't really bad.
Your thoughts are, as always, welcome.
The proposal: Gordon Giricek and Ronnie Brewer for Przybilla and Sergio Rodriguez. That trade works, but does that make it the one we want? I don't see us parting with Sergio.
I also checked the trade using Martell Webster and Jarrett Jack instead of Sergio. Jack worked. Martell didn't.
Last time I checked, Ime Udoka was still shopping a contract. Could we work him into a sign and trade?
In the end, though this deal relieves some congestion in our bigs, I don't know how it helps us ultimately. We're stocked at SG with Brandon and Martell (and Fernandez in the wings, off in Europe) and though Brewer could do some work at the SF, I don't know if we need a 'tweener on the roster. But, if the team really is moving toward Sergio as our starting PG in a season or two, moving Jarrett makes sense, and this deal isn't really bad.
Your thoughts are, as always, welcome.
Blazers' Schedule Released
Casey at OLive's Blazerblog provides the following Blazers schedule, just released. I've bolded home games for easy reference.
October
Tue 30 @ San Antonio 5:00pm -- TNT
November
Fri 2 @ New Orleans 5:00pm
Sat 3 @ Houston 5:30pm -- NBATV
Wed 7 New Orleans 7:30pm -- --
Fri 9 Memphis 7:00pm -- --
Sat 10 Dallas 7:00pm -- --
Tue 13 Detroit 7:00pm -- --
Wed 14 @ Denver 6:00pm -- --
Fri 16 @ Philadelphia 4:00pm -- --
Sat 17 @ Washington 4:00pm -- --
Mon 19 @ Charlotte 4:00pm -- --
Wed 21 New Jersey 7:00pm -- --
Fri 23 Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Mon 26 Orlando 7:00pm -- --
Wed 28 Indiana 7:00pm -- --
Fri 30 @ Dallas 5:30pm -- --
December
Sun 2 @ San Antonio 12:30pm -- --
Mon 3 @ Memphis 5:00pm -- --
Thu 6 Miami 7:30pm -- TNT
Sun 9 Milwaukee 3:00pm -- --
Tue 11 @ Utah 6:00pm -- --
Wed 12 Golden State 7:00pm -- --
Fri 14 Utah 7:00pm -- --
Sun 16 @ Denver 5:00pm -- NBATV
Mon 17 New Orleans 7:00pm -- --
Wed 19 Toronto 7:00pm -- --
Fri 21 Denver 7:00pm -- --
Tue 25 Seattle 5:00pm -- ESPN
Fri 28 Minnesota 7:00pm -- --
Sun 30 Philadelphia 3:00pm -- --
Mon 31 @ Utah 5:00pm -- --
January
Wed 2 @ Minnesota 5:00pm -- --
Thu 3 @ Chicago 5:00pm -- TNT
Sat 5 Utah 7:00pm -- NBATV
Wed 9 Golden State 7:00pm -- --
Sun 13 @ Toronto 9:30am -- --
Mon 14 @ New Jersey 4:30pm -- NBATV
Wed 16 @ Boston 4:30pm -- --
Fri 18 @ Miami 4:00pm -- ESPN
Sat 19 @ Orlando 4:00pm -- --
Mon 21 @ Atlanta 11:00am -- --
Wed 23 @ New Orleans 5:00pm -- --
Fri 25 Houston 7:00pm -- --
Sun 27 Atlanta 3:00pm -- --
Wed 30 Cleveland 6:00pm -- ESPN
February
Fri 1 New York 7:30pm -- ESPN
Mon 4 Denver 7:00pm -- NBATV
Wed 6 Chicago 7:00pm -- --
Fri 8 @ Detroit 5:00pm -- --
Sat 9 @ Indiana 4:00pm -- --
Mon 11 @ Houston 5:30pm -- --
Wed 13 @ Dallas 5:30pm -- --
Tue 19 Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Thu 21 Seattle 7:30pm -- TNT
Fri 22 @ Seattle 7:30pm -- --
Sun 24 Boston 3:00pm -- --
Tue 26 @ L.A. Lakers 7:30pm -- --
Wed 27 @ L.A. Clippers 7:30pm -- --
Fri 29 L.A. Lakers 7:30pm -- ESPN
March
Sun 2 @ Golden State 6:00pm -- --
Tue 4 Phoenix 7:00pm -- --
Fri 7 @ Milwaukee 5:30pm -- --
Sat 8 @ New York 4:30pm -- --
Mon 10 @ Cleveland 4:00pm -- --
Tue 11 @ Minnesota 5:00pm -- --
Thu 13 @ Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Sat 15 Minnesota 7:00pm -- --
Tue 18 Phoenix 7:30pm -- TNT
Fri 21 L.A. Clippers 7:00pm -- --
Sat 22 @ L.A. Clippers 7:30pm -- --
Mon 24 @ Seattle 7:00pm -- NBATV
Tue 25 Washington 7:00pm -- --
Thu 27 @ Golden State 7:30pm -- --
Sat 29 Charlotte 7:00pm -- --
April
Wed 2 @ L.A. Lakers 7:30pm -- --
Thu 3 Houston 7:30pm -- TNT
Sun 6 San Antonio 3:00pm -- --
Tue 8 L.A. Lakers 7:00pm -- --
Fri 11 @ Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Sat 12 Dallas 7:00pm -- NBATV
Tue 15 Memphis 7:00pm -- --
Wed 16 @ Phoenix 7:00pm -- --
Now that I've rescinded my "no pay for tickets" rule, I need to start plotting how I'm going to liberate funds to make some of these.
Anyone have a spare ticket to the Seattle game on Christmas?
October
Tue 30 @ San Antonio 5:00pm -- TNT
November
Fri 2 @ New Orleans 5:00pm
Sat 3 @ Houston 5:30pm -- NBATV
Wed 7 New Orleans 7:30pm -- --
Fri 9 Memphis 7:00pm -- --
Sat 10 Dallas 7:00pm -- --
Tue 13 Detroit 7:00pm -- --
Wed 14 @ Denver 6:00pm -- --
Fri 16 @ Philadelphia 4:00pm -- --
Sat 17 @ Washington 4:00pm -- --
Mon 19 @ Charlotte 4:00pm -- --
Wed 21 New Jersey 7:00pm -- --
Fri 23 Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Mon 26 Orlando 7:00pm -- --
Wed 28 Indiana 7:00pm -- --
Fri 30 @ Dallas 5:30pm -- --
December
Sun 2 @ San Antonio 12:30pm -- --
Mon 3 @ Memphis 5:00pm -- --
Thu 6 Miami 7:30pm -- TNT
Sun 9 Milwaukee 3:00pm -- --
Tue 11 @ Utah 6:00pm -- --
Wed 12 Golden State 7:00pm -- --
Fri 14 Utah 7:00pm -- --
Sun 16 @ Denver 5:00pm -- NBATV
Mon 17 New Orleans 7:00pm -- --
Wed 19 Toronto 7:00pm -- --
Fri 21 Denver 7:00pm -- --
Tue 25 Seattle 5:00pm -- ESPN
Fri 28 Minnesota 7:00pm -- --
Sun 30 Philadelphia 3:00pm -- --
Mon 31 @ Utah 5:00pm -- --
January
Wed 2 @ Minnesota 5:00pm -- --
Thu 3 @ Chicago 5:00pm -- TNT
Sat 5 Utah 7:00pm -- NBATV
Wed 9 Golden State 7:00pm -- --
Sun 13 @ Toronto 9:30am -- --
Mon 14 @ New Jersey 4:30pm -- NBATV
Wed 16 @ Boston 4:30pm -- --
Fri 18 @ Miami 4:00pm -- ESPN
Sat 19 @ Orlando 4:00pm -- --
Mon 21 @ Atlanta 11:00am -- --
Wed 23 @ New Orleans 5:00pm -- --
Fri 25 Houston 7:00pm -- --
Sun 27 Atlanta 3:00pm -- --
Wed 30 Cleveland 6:00pm -- ESPN
February
Fri 1 New York 7:30pm -- ESPN
Mon 4 Denver 7:00pm -- NBATV
Wed 6 Chicago 7:00pm -- --
Fri 8 @ Detroit 5:00pm -- --
Sat 9 @ Indiana 4:00pm -- --
Mon 11 @ Houston 5:30pm -- --
Wed 13 @ Dallas 5:30pm -- --
Tue 19 Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Thu 21 Seattle 7:30pm -- TNT
Fri 22 @ Seattle 7:30pm -- --
Sun 24 Boston 3:00pm -- --
Tue 26 @ L.A. Lakers 7:30pm -- --
Wed 27 @ L.A. Clippers 7:30pm -- --
Fri 29 L.A. Lakers 7:30pm -- ESPN
March
Sun 2 @ Golden State 6:00pm -- --
Tue 4 Phoenix 7:00pm -- --
Fri 7 @ Milwaukee 5:30pm -- --
Sat 8 @ New York 4:30pm -- --
Mon 10 @ Cleveland 4:00pm -- --
Tue 11 @ Minnesota 5:00pm -- --
Thu 13 @ Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Sat 15 Minnesota 7:00pm -- --
Tue 18 Phoenix 7:30pm -- TNT
Fri 21 L.A. Clippers 7:00pm -- --
Sat 22 @ L.A. Clippers 7:30pm -- --
Mon 24 @ Seattle 7:00pm -- NBATV
Tue 25 Washington 7:00pm -- --
Thu 27 @ Golden State 7:30pm -- --
Sat 29 Charlotte 7:00pm -- --
April
Wed 2 @ L.A. Lakers 7:30pm -- --
Thu 3 Houston 7:30pm -- TNT
Sun 6 San Antonio 3:00pm -- --
Tue 8 L.A. Lakers 7:00pm -- --
Fri 11 @ Sacramento 7:00pm -- --
Sat 12 Dallas 7:00pm -- NBATV
Tue 15 Memphis 7:00pm -- --
Wed 16 @ Phoenix 7:00pm -- --
Now that I've rescinded my "no pay for tickets" rule, I need to start plotting how I'm going to liberate funds to make some of these.
Anyone have a spare ticket to the Seattle game on Christmas?
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