- I’ve never been mistaken as being hard-working, but I’m certainly not lazy either: I arise promptly at 5 on a daily basis, weekends included, and I shower regularly without fail. Yet one domain where my ethic, or perhaps more appropriately, will, is lacking is that of food preparation. I just don’t have the stomach to spend even more than the bare minimum amount of time to create a meal. (Yes, the pun was intended.) I think it goes back to a compulsive need to over-rationalize all of my daily actions. I feel dirty spending more than five minutes preparing a sandwich that will take 30 seconds to consume, regardless of the enjoyment. This mentality is very unhealthy. In fact, I should probably seek help of some sort. Nevertheless, due to this intrusive thought process, most of my home-prepared meals taste like utter ****. (This is no way to live.) For most of my adult life, a sandwich consisted of two pieces of bread, a slice of meat, a slice of cheese, and some mayo. I never took the time to cut up vegetables. Even the shredded pre-packaged ones, I was just too lazy to have to unzip and zip another bag in that process of meal preparation. Anyways, I decided to go to the edge a bit last week and treat myself to a bag of shredded lettuce. Things were looking up regarding some circumstances in my life and I thought “why not live a little?” I sprinkled it on and by God, the taste of that first sandwich was orgasmic. (ok, it wasn’t really that great, but when you’ve been eating what amounts to cardboard for the last 25 years, your taste buds gain a certain sensitivity.) I’ve been using lettuce ever since and have a newfound enjoyment for lunch. Which leads me to my main point which I’ll create another bullet for…
- I’ve been wondering, “how can something with literally no taste make such a huge impact upon the overall taste of its surrounding elements?” (The collective groan you just heard was the other readers realizing where this is going…) Lettuce has virtually no taste, in and of itself, but I have it here on account of some indisputable empirical evidence that it can completely manifest a new entity through its presence in a sandwich. It suddenly hit me that this is not so unlike Shane Battier. Battier has no discernible basketball talents and has a worse left hand than most regular people I know. Yet when on the court, his mere presence can make a lineup fluid and cohesive and fuel it to move as one unit. Like lettuce, you don’t quite know what he’s doing, in fact its stupefying, but he’s clearly doing something to affect the greater good. (In honesty, this comparison didn’t immediately come to mind but was in fact rather forced, as you may have guessed, in my desire to compose some form of content in what has been the slowest time of the year.)
- From Bosh, to Cousins, back to Bosh, to Paul, to Anthony, it’s been a summer of dashed delusions. I would take Paul over any of the above, for what it’s worth, followed thereafter by Bosh.
- For a team that featured Clarence Weatherspoon and Ryan Bowen as its power forward duo in an actual NBA playoff series, the current depth at the ’4′ spot is rather alarming, especially the pair of lottery picks. Upon whom would you place greater stock: Jordan Hill or Patterson? Hill is Trevor Ariza, with the higher upside, while Patterson must be taken as Courtney Lee. I for one saw enough from Jordan Hill last year to feel safe in concluding that he will definitely at the least have some form of impact in the NBA, despite his struggles in the summer league this July.
