Yup, the Clippers won last night in Chicago, the suicide mission somehow didn’t end up like prognosticators across the globe well versed in such matters would have anticipated. Much like the kamikaze pilot from that episode of Curb your Enthusiasm, the man behind the controls is coming back home after grandma’s already rented his room out to the kind elderly gentleman that used to live in the studio over the liquor store down the street. Eerie. Of course, I watched the Tivo’d KTLA telecast at stately alf manor last night, turning it off around half past midnite grinning ear to ear.

Clipper Steve (who went to the viewing party & got harassed by cheerleaders, huzzah!) calls it the biggest win of the year, and so did Mike Smith on the telecast last night. Neither of them will I label as incorrect in this regard, especially in light of Golden State losing at Utah last night, putting our fair LA bastard stepchildren in that self same “virtual lock” for the 8 seed and a date with destiny care of Dirk Diggler and the Dallas Debutantes. Nice, nice. I will mos def have more to say on this matter as the day progresses, but for now, let me get back to what I was doing. (End scene)