Pickle Smith: Week 29

In the 29th week the pickle is still mighty small. We're talkin' less than three pounds and ten or so inches all scrunched up as the pickle is. Would be up in the sixteen inch ballpark if the pickle could stretch out, but that's still down the way a stretch.

I'm not saying anything untoward about small things. That'd be bogus. Kasha is about five-one, and I think she's tops. Starting twenty years ago and continuing to this very day the Mazda Miata has been what I consider to be the finest machine ever made by human hands. The God of Small Things is a super read-worthy book by Arundhati Roy, and it always makes me wonder what would happen if she married goal-tender extarordinaire "saint" Patrick Roy. I mean, of course she'd needn't change the spelling of her name, because they are exactly the same in that regard. But "read" is the same whether you pronounce it RED or REED while, a Quebec-French-Canadian, Patrick says his Roy like "WAH" and Arundhati makes the same word rhyme with "soy." The point is that Miatas are sweet.

In the 29th week, you'd be shocked if the pickle was, say, the size of a Golden Retriever. Small is fine. You have to consider where you're at. That same awesome Miata would be an horrible mismatch for the leggy and enormous John Amaechi, formerly of the Cavs/Magic/Jazz. Just think if Tim Hardaway and Amaechi had the chance to cruise around and sort some stuff out in there. Tim probably has all his mean words as a result of growing up with a name as easy to ridicule as Hardaway must have been.

What I am trying to say is that Kasha's belly is a small place. Try picking it out of this line up (which includes Kasha, myself, and Bekka who is among the sveltest Beijingers you could ever find) if you think you can.

So, in a place like that, of course you're gonna be a shrimp. Oh, add shrimp to the list of small things that are irreproachable. I'll say just one last thing about small things here in week 29. We took the little belly and the pickle within to go see "Amerikas Nightmare," "Tha Infamous" Mobb Deep and behold the little-est rapper this side of Bushwick Bill: Mobb Deep's Supa-Produca/Rappa, Havoc. He was SO cute! And standing tall at five foot five, he reiterated (in the grimiest possible way) that good things come in small packages!