Rabbit rabbit to you my fellow Laker lovers.
Man, I must be nuts. I actually volunteered to do this on a day that I already have baseball game-thread duties. I also happen to have my own business, and I am in the middle of selling my house. Oh, and I was really hoping to get to this tonight.
Yep, I have officially gone crazy.
Before I begin, don't forget to check out this fat post for all your free-agent frivolities, where you can hypothesize and surmise, postulate and speculate, construe and conclude to your heart's content. Not that it means anything. Yet.
Since I am one who likes to talk about the past, I'd figure I'd serve up a little This Day in History this morning. May not be as tasty as a plate of French toast, and surely not as easy to digest, but it's all I have on such short notice. So I kind of mentioned this yesterday but today is Canada Day. A Wiki-explanation, if you will:
Canada Day (French: Fête du Canada), formerly Dominion Day (French: Le Jour de la Confédération), is Canada's national day, a federal statutory holiday celebrating the anniversary of the July 1, 1867, enactment of the British North America Act (today called the Constitution Act, 1867), which united two British colonies and a province of the British Empire into a single country called Canada. Canada Day observances take place throughout Canada as well as internationally.
Exactly 100 years after the date mentioned above, was born to the world a breathtaking of a beauty, that bodacious Baywatch blonde bombshell, Canada's own Pamela Anderson.
Hmm, Pammy-cakes and I are the same age. Cool.
What else happened on July 1? The American radio station WFAN in New York City was launched as the world's first all-sports radio station in 1987. ZIP codes were introduced to the United States mail in 1963. Oh, and the PG-13 rating was unveiled by the Motion Picture Association of America in 1984. If this post were to be rated as such, I'd be allowed one "fuck". Oops, just used it. From what I can gather, some of SSR's very own would not be allowed into an R-rated viewing, unless accompanied by an adult guardian. Which makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
OK, my very first post here back in May gave a hint as to where I am from and how I became a Laker fan. Damn right, I linked myself. I happen to enjoy tooting my own horn (hey, who doesn't?) And if it smells like a segue, well it's because it is.
I know this may have been done before, so excuse me for being unoriginal, but I'd like to know where my Laker fans live. The better to stalk you, of course. Hey, I showed you mine, now show me yours. I went a little vague with the poll, because that's just the kind of lazy bastard I am. If you don't like it, you can always opt
your ass out of here.
All the cool kids are doing it.
Anyways, feel free to discuss Laker and non-Laker stuff here, drop links, whatever.