No Dwyane! No! Remix

[This was something I originally posted on Shamrocknews.com. This is a slightly modified version of that post. Different look, same great taste.]

So Tuesday marked the end of Dwyane Wade's
reign of terror in Boston. I swear, this guy could make a basket blind folded with both hands tied behind his back. A friend and I were on hand to watch the Celts deliver the final blow ending the 5 game series.

While I was confident the Celtics would win, there was one thing that still bothered me...Dwyane Wade's name is spelled wrong! The other night My friend asked me what my biggest pet peeve is. I told him "people who walk really slow, and are totally oblivious to the fact that people might be behind them." Im going to let you guys in on a little secret. I have another, lesser peeve, and that's people who spell my name wrong. I let "Duane" slide every now and then, but for the most part I don't like it when people spell my name wrong.

Today it really annoyed me. I ordered sushi from this place downtown over the phone, because it usually takes a while for them to make. The woman taking the order asked for my name and I repeated it twice and spelled it out in the end, D-W-A-Y-N-E. Fifteen minutes later I go to the restaurant and one of the waiters came up with an order and said something that sounded like my name, but not quite. Another guy then asked what I ordered and my name, I told him and he says "OH! This one is yours!" and starts laughing. The woman who took my order spelled my name D-W-E-N. WTF!?!? (O_o)

I was annoyed but hungry, so I chuckled it off and continued on with my lunch.

Back to the game.

We shared the backwall of the balcony with two young women who just graduated college. One graduated from Northeastern (GO HUSKIES!) and the other was completly smashed. The drunk one exclaimed how Wade's name was spelled wrong and I imediately gave them high fives (two to the girl from NU). The girls questioned how you would pronouce DWYANE, and came to the conclusion that you had to say it with a thick southern accent.

So for the rest of the game when Wade would miss a shot, they yelled "No Dwayne! No!" channeling Whitley from "A Different World". It was a fun time had by all, until the drunk one dropped her beer down the center isle splattering patrons below in hoppy goodness. Actually, I think it was a Miller Light, so it wasn't hoppy or good.