Vmart wrote:I'm just not sold on this team. Only time they are good is when Amar'e is in the game. When he is not it not a very good team.

Luckily he'll be on the floor for 40 minutes a night here.

I worry we're going to run him into the ground waiting for Gallo and AR to play like grown-ups.

For that reason - I think the Melo trade is a good thing to pursue.

Moonangie wrote:Sweet, Marv. Enjoy the game. Let's hope Gallo goes off tonight. We should be able to feast up front if Amare plays, since the Raps no longer have Bosh to help out up front.

Thanks moonangie. Amare feasted but the game SUCKED. Lowlight of the trip. Arena was interesting though. It’s the habs’ arena, everything is red and the rafters are COATED with flags and retired jerseys. But – it’s the steepest arena I’ve ever been in. It was scurry. I was a-scurred! We were up near the top and looking down you’d get vertigo, like you were a goat and an eagle was coming for you.

nyk4ever wrote:marv please get dj to post again.. he is missed

Are you kidding? The only thing that makes this site tolerable is that he got banned for life.

jimimou wrote:

martin wrote:where you guys sitting?

marv and fish are both gonna be sitting on DJ's lap......i think they all left this morning.

Fish is on lockdown status. No roadtrips for that boy.

PresIke wrote:wonder if they serve poutine at the game?

an ultimate allanfanned food...

gotta ask marv when he checks back in...

I don’t know if they serve it at the arena but we ate MAD putine all weekend. We had a pet name for it which can’t be repeated here . . .

Btw martin immediately got busy at the game:

I think this has to be the new banner for uk.

We actually left the game at half-time with the knicks down 15 and looking like crap and a whole night of montreal night-life ahead of us.

Dj directed us to an 80’s club that he knows up there. Dj’s whole life is basically the script of hot-tub time travel. He’s always looking for a way to return to his favorite decade.

Dj and martin getting happy with the action. It was also martin’s 39th birthday, so there were many toasts proposed and consumed.

Eny went right to work with his favorite pick-up line: “what f**ks like a tiger and winks?”

Martin was getting jiggy ALL night. Camera couldn’t keep up with that movement.

Since we were in at 4, we didn’t get out till 3 the next day. But it was a gorgeous day. Hit old montreal and the waterfront. The guys ran up to this poster and insisted I take their picture in front of it. Pretty immature crowd I run with:

then up to mont royale and an incredible sunset view of the city with lights going on and a full-moon hanging above. I didn’t take any shots there but these guys did so hopefully they’ll post them.

After a private happy hour(s) in our suite, we hit a restaurant that dj knew. 10.30 reservation – it was 11.15 before we got seated. These people don’t know the word recession in montreal. Every restaurant and bar and club was filled (??)

Being greeted by a huge tank of these guys (yes those are big-ass eels) should have warned us off.

But no. we sit down for an orgy that featured a shared dish of – yes, you heard me right – tete cochon which translates to HEAD OF PIG!!!

I don’t even want to recount the horror that ensued. Dj and martin attacked that head like they were starring in yet another remake of “night of the living dead.” Eny, a vegetarian, was so freaked out that the only way he could deal with it was to immediately fall the f**k asleep right at the table.

The rest of the night was a blur of madness and debauchery, capped by eny’s decision to declare himself the newest member of the famed Canadian Royal Mounties:

Not a good but a GREAT time was had by all. Not even those rotten knicks could kill our buzz