Showdown Saturday.

this may be my last opportunity to fan the flames of excitement for saturday.

and no, it's not all for the opportunity to see matt's sister.

part of it is for Game 7 of bulls/celtics. not just any game 7. two storied teams. a virtual cornucopia of stars. and best of all....marv albert making the call! marv albert and quality chicago bulls playoffs games. i feel like i'm 8 years old watching michael jordan's 'air time' on VHS all over again!

soon afterward is the main event. pacquiao-hatton. our humble, 3rd-world corrupt motherland vs. the esteemed home country of Lord Steven Regal. what gets me pumped about this fight more than any of the mexican opponents is remembering how the british fans booed during the entire national anthem before the fight against mayweather.

now i'm not one of those flag-in-my-car-window, fox news rules mufuckas, but have some respect you filthy, crooked-toothed brits! if those bitch ass beckhams boo my mama and my nanay's national anthem (and you know they will), i will never want a pacquiao victory so badly again. and win or lose, i will swear off english muffins forever!!!! go get him, pac-man!!!