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Dunkin' Nuggets

Dear Members and Constituents,
How about them Denver Nuggets? Challenging the LA Lakers for the NBA Western Conference title! Granted, game 1 was a heartbreaker -loosing by a basket after leading for most of the game, however, we stole home court advantage last night in an equally contested game 2. Go Nuggets all the way! Alright, I have a confession to make. I jumped on the bandwagon this week. Don't get me wrong, It was fun to witness Chauncey pass the ball to himself off of Kobe's back to get a layup (does Bryant get credited with an assist on the play?). And, yes, I enjoy watching Carmelo Anthony dunk the ball as much as the next guy. That is, I WOULD enjoy watching IF the games were being broadcast by a local TV station (or my basic cable tier, for that matter). Seriously, when did the NBA conference finals become something you need premium cable to watch? Has the NBA fallen so low big television networks won't touch it with a 10 foot pole? (I know there's a clever pun about the players' height waiting to happen here... nope, nothing). Let's add injury to insult: it was less than two months ago when it was hard work finding a channel that was not showing NCAA basketball. What gives? I have to be honest with you, my days on the bandwagon may be numbered. I don't know if I can bear listening to a third game on AM radio. Dunks or no dunks, this fair weather fan is on the brink. But I diverge. Game three is tomorrow, at home.. bring on the dunk fest!

Speaking of which, when was the last time you had a Dunkin' Donut? If, like me, you're a "long time" Denver area resident, chances are it's been a while. A long while. Well, that's about to change -that is if, like me, you're in the office today. Sam Knights has outdone himself by traveling to Colorado Springs before dawn this morning. His debut as 'donut boy' is also Dunkin' Donuts' debut on the Friday Donut Club (it was about time!) This brings a whole new meaning to their old slogan "Dunkin' Donuts, it's worth the trip". Make the trip to my desk and come taste for yourself.

Happy Friday!

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