Rant #2,119: I'm Nearly Famous

Yes, I did get the infamous Matzoh Stomach last week during Passover.

It happened towards the end of the holiday, on Thursday.

With the large amount of matzoh I was eating last week, it really is amazing that it held off for so long, but I did get it, and what I got it, I got it good.

Let's just say that it made its presence known pretty prominently that day, and then it vanished, not to come again until probably Passover 2019.

I had my first piece of bread in over a week during the late afternoon on Saturday, so I admittedly did not go the length of the holiday--until sunset--without eating bread, but circumstances kind of pushed it ahead for me.

My son and I were in Manhattan for a basketball game at Madison Square Garden between the New York Knicks and the Milwaukee Bucks.

So before the game, the two of us ate dinner at our favorite Big Apple hot spot, Walt "Clyde" Frazier's Wine and Dine, in the Hell's Kitchen section of Manhattan, a 15 minute walk from Penn Station and the Garden.

We got there, ate, and went back to the Garden, and we were treated to a decent game, where the undermanned Knicks gave the Bucks a game until about the final three minutes, and the Bucks won the contest.

My son and I have been to many games over the years, and they kind of blend into each other, and this one will too.

Except for one thing.

This time, we saw our name in lights.

Without going into the entire story here, the Garden graciously put up our name in lights during the halftime presentation, and we had a cellphones ready to take a picture of this momentous event when it happened.

I forgot to take my regular digital camera with me, so I was going to have to rely on the cellphone to get the photo.

The problem was that my cellphone's battery is weak. It is an older cellphone, and I really do need a replacement, but it still does pretty much what I want it to do, so I have not replaced it.

This time, that plan of action backfired because as they showed the messages on the scoreboard, the phone died.

My son saved the day with his phone, he took the photo, and immediately put it up on Facebook for the world to see.

Even though our names were up there for maybe five seconds at most, it really made the day and the game to see them there.

And by the way, it was also Latvian Night, where the country was celebrated, as being the birthplace of Kristops Porzingis, the Knicks' oft-injured star.

He was there, as was the president of Latvia, and numerous countrymen, many of whom actually flew in from the country just for this game.

My grandmother on my father's side was Latvian, although she fled that country more than 100 years ago due to religious intolerance.

But whatever the case, no, I did not have any pierogis to celebrate. I was too stuffed from ending Passover at Walt Frazier's restaurant, to tell you the truth.