larry legend. james just called to say that he ran into larry bird in an elevator at vegas. larry freakin bird! james got to shake his hand. the field report said that his hand was "very large." james didn't have a camera though so he didn't get a picture. but that's okay, because i will be stalking larry bird (he's staying on the twenty fifth floor) from the moment i touch down in vegas. man, larry bird, the best player to ever put on little tight green shorts. larry bird, the most clutch player ever. larry bird, the man i tried to pattern my own game after (so far i've only got the too slow, non-athletic part down, the shooting and skills will follow). larry bird was drafted by the celtics in 1978. i was born in 1978. coincidence? i think not. i wonder if mr bird will sign my celtics jersey, the one with his number and my last name.



and in an unrelated yet related to testosterone thing. is there anything that makes you feel more manly than picking up your very own dry cleaning? i know you females out there won't understand this, but when a guy has to go get something dry cleaned it's a sure sign that they've reached adulthood. those of us in the white t-shirt jeans bum set don't often have very many articles of clothing to dry clean, but when we do, wow, how masculating. it ranks right up there with popping those giant packing bubbles. aargh. feel the power.