I went to a screening of "Love Guru" Thursday. I'm not clear how much I'm supposed to say about it a week before its release.
It was silly, coarse and at times quite amusing. Is that OK?
I can say that if Jessica Alba was pregnant during shooting, it did not show. Her character owns the Toronto Maple Leafs, looks like Jessica Alba and has trouble meeting men.
Did I mention this is a fictional story?
I "watched" the third quarter of Celts-Lakers on a train via auto-refresh on my Blackberry and thought perhaps there was a glitch that only allowed the Celtics' score to change.
The strangest part of my journey to the big city was that Penn Station appeared to be under invasion by middle-aged men wearing Hawaiian shirts. It was scary, and confusing.
Turned out, yup, it was a Jimmy Buffett concert.
I was home in time for the fourth quarter. The referees apparently didn't get the memo about how helpful a 2-2 series would be to the league and failed to foul out Garnett, Pierce and Allen.