Received email last night from Mother.
"My right foot is broken again." No explanation. So I called her.
"WTF happened, Mom?"
"Those damn Pistons. I was on the computer listening to the Laker/Piston NBA Finals game on tv [difficult to watch her tv and be on her pc at the same time] when some Piston who looked like he was just released from prison came on the screen."
"Sure that was not Kobe, He may serve time for sticking his penis in the maid's rump during consential sex."
"No it was not Kobe and HE WILL NOT DO TIME, she screwed another guy before doing the rape kit thus ruining the evidence and her cause. Kobe is a cute looking, not criminal or paroled looking."
"Trial is not over."
"Anyway, It was a Detroit player, nasty looking, like fourth generation hip hop ghetto culture. He's on the screen and I have to lean on my chair to get a better view. I fall off the chair and twist my foot on something and now its broken."
"Did he look like Sprewell?"
"How the fook do I know, I am on the floor in pain. He looked criminal, that's all I remember."
"That sucks. Hope you feel better. BTW, send money."
