There are tough choices in life (so I am told)...like stadium or yellow mustard, paper or plastic, Sonny or Cher.  I recommend putting all available condiments on your dog, double mixed bagging, and Cher (although it is rare to actually be asked to pick between those two).  But I digress, as always.

Thankfully I wasn't asked to pick between looking handsome and watching the Cavs battle the hapless Warriors....I just did both. 

You read that right.  I just did both.  When life hands you lemons, put a little in your Diet Coke (it's a secret). 

It's late and I have no idea what any of that means. 

But I did take countless (120) photos at halftime of tonight's game agains the Warriors.  And by popular demand (my popular boss Amanda said I have to) I have posted all the photos on Moondog's wildly popular Flickr photo page.

So get with the program, ditch the stadium mustard, take that album out of the brown paper bag and settle in for some casual viewing of me with over 100 of you while you listen to some of the 70's finest soft rock.  I've got you, babe....on my photo blog.

--Dog

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Yes I ran a poll to see what costume I should wear the other day, and I ignored the results.

In the end, wearing Hanes Underpants and going as corporate-schill/Bobcat Exec/Former NBA-great Michael Jordan was just more than I was ready to accomodate.  Yes, I would look sexy in a pair of tightie whites (I am the John Stockton/Jim Palmer of the Mascot world) having to buy a pair if Hanes would really just be supporting MJ on a night we were playing his team.  And then where does it end?  Would I be wearing Hanes, eating a Ball Park Frank, wearing Nike's, washing down a Big Mac with Gatorade bathed in Michael Jordan cologne?  Funny...maybe, but I think whether mocking or celerating him, this is what he really wants me to do.  Buy his stuff and end up smelling like french fries, high-top shoes and musk. 

So I took a stand.

I just walked away from the check-out stand (apologies to the people who do restocking) and started from scratch....deciding to go as Lance Dogstrong instead.  Anyone who can beat cancer, ride a bike with no-hands, and sell a billion yellow wristbands for charity is more my type of guy anyway.

Here are the photos from my quick tour of the costumes being worn last night at the Q (Flickr Set).

As for the game.   We are back on track....I would give the credit to the coaching staff and the return of Delonte....but that's hard to do knowing there were more than one Waldo in the crowd cheering them to victory.

...and one dog wearing really tight pants.

--Dog

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