Hosive

i got to go to the rangers game with my funny cousin, daniel. we have many mutual friends mostly from u of i and nyc chinese church circles and people are stunned to find out that we are related. the conversations go “you may know my cousin….” “no way!”

and we hear from each other that people think we’re funny. “did you know that you’re cousin is funny?”  it’s that tsang blood. we’re weird.

but i rarely got to see that side of my cousin. the age gap and the fact that i was away for 15 years from the city contributed to that. daniel probably was too respectful to be funny in front of me. i was part of the older guard of family cousins….the ones who are married and child bearing. but over the past few years, he’s loosened up in front of me…and he is hilarious! in kind, dan thinks its funny that every time he hears me speak, i mention iraq. now when i see him in an audience, i just say iraq for no reason.

after taking so many students to nba, mlb…even indoor soccer games, it was a joy to take my cousin. it was like i was making up for something….some strange unnamed family obligation that i should have done long time ago. but obligation is not the right word. it was like setting something right. and it did feel right.

we lost the game but tonite was not about the game.

we laughed at the fact that i got pick pocketed and this is the booby prize the booby who ripped me off got. thinking it was my wallet in my back pocket, it was actually the freebie gift they were handing out that night…a cheap looking and feeling passport holder that i was never going to use. nice to get have junk lifted off you…..enjoy it, sucker!

dan was nice enough to offer me his…but i declined.

after the game, we lingered a bit and when we turned around, we saw this all around us. and we laughed some more. it was such a pig sty! there were bottles everywhere and these pictures don’t fully capture how wasteful yankee fans were that night and i suspect every night.

we laughed a lot. we should get together more often and combine our humor powers for good.