Why do I have a feeling the title of this post is going to grow more and more appropriate every day for the next week or two?

So everybody, including the Chuckster, wants to write the Raps off and say this series is over. But after a game like last night's, you gotta expect a letdown game tomorrow. I would love to see the Jersey Boys close it out tomorrow night in convincing fashion. We'll see how it goes. I realized I don't care about finals anymore, so I might just say "F it" and watch all 4 quarters. Last night the plan was to watch quarters the second and fourth, but when the lead was 30 by the 4th, I could not really justify flunking a test to check out Bernard Robinson's tremendous upside potential.

Anyhow, you can all get your game recaps and basketball analysis in your favorite places to do so. Here's a box score if you need one. But you and I both know you come here for hard-hitting reporting such as the following:

Random sighting over the weekend: Bostjan Nachbar stepping out of a place called something like “Herbal Spa” in NYC’s West Village. According to the sign, the place specializes in “Eastern European techniques” of waxing, massage, etc. Hey, whatever Bokie’s doing, it’s working...

Now, it only takes a post or two to realize that your dear Becky has a silly little schoolgirl crush on our man Boki. So it should surprise no one to know that I did a little internet search, trying to figure out where this spa is. NOT for stalking purposes (I'm seriously not crazy, he's just so CUTE!), but more out of curiosity. Was he there for a massage? Does Eastern European style entail happy endings? (Hey wait...I'm of Eastern European descent, and...nothing. Nothing at all. Move along, folks, nothing to see here.) Was Boki getting his brows done? They DO look awfully perfect. Some type of skin care? Some creative waxing, perhaps? As it turns out, this spa is a mystery. A cursory Google search turned up nothing, and the website that should have the info on display for me also has nothing. Nada. Ah well.

Yum.

I suppose I wasn't actually going to ask Boki to go for his-and-hers massages with me anyhow. My mom insists his wife is lovely. And if there is anything I've learned in my 20s, it's to stay away from dudes with wifeys that are lovely. Um...I mean "dudes with any wifey at all." Yeah, that's it.

Your morally casual attitude toward the relationships of others: BRING IT!

Have I ever linked to Gary Sussman's blog before? Probably, yes, but he was extra poetic in his latest entry, so I'm doing it again. Riiiiight...here. I like it because he has fun inside info, always seems a little crazed, and often mentions his daughter's Cornell experiences. (I had those, too! We'll should be best friends!) Oh, and also...yeah, he's not quite a "blogger" in the way that you and I know bloggers, i.e. sitting in their underwear in their parents' basement. (Just kidding, other bloggers. I'm sure you all have your own basement or reasonable facsimile, and wear pants at least twice a week.) He's the VP of Public Relations for the team! AND the PA Announcer! And then, yes, a phenomenal blogger. I mean, if I didn't have a dad, I would want him to be it. Yes, I accused Suss of taking some liberties with the PA announcing...it took a little getting used to but I'm very much appreciating it in the playoff setting. Promise. In fact, I think if I hear him say a Kidd-bomb dropped in all the way from Secaucus on a TNT broadcast, I will absolutely squeal with glee. It took a little longer to get into geeky fangirl mode this season, but at this point I am soooooooo there.

So does anyone have any answers for his mystery?

Unsolved Mystery...Same car parked at the Bada Bing for the last three months...I wonder if it'll be moved by the time the boys call it a wrap....

I'm assuming he means Satin Dolls. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued. By the car, not the strippers, you perv.

So. Toronto. Tomorrow. I know I'll be ready.