Here's the reason why I missed a good chunk of the Wild-Blues open thread (Wild-Blues . . . hopefully Hollywood doesn't use that shit for the newest Kirsten Dunst vehicle . . .)

Back in 1993, my hometown high school (the one I actually attended . . . fuck you, St. Louis school system!) won the Prestigious Illinois High School Association Class A state boys basketball championship. Yes, that's right, a small as shit school from Historic Macoupin County won a state basketball title. I'm not kidding - look it up: http://www.marchmadness.org/records/yearly/1993ba.htm

Tonight, they held a 15-year reunion of that team, one that was originally scheduled for January or Feburary but was postponed due to icy conditions (how familiar THAT sounds).

I was a wee tike back then. Ironically enough, the head coach of that team is a guy whom I used to live a few blocks from . . . and whose sons (both older than me) used to hang out with my older brother. More irony: the coach during THAT SEASON was my 6th grade homeroom teacher. And Wad would love the fact that he's a huge Iowa Hawkeyes nut. So you have THAT going for you as well.

I saw something during the game that followed that I thought I'd never see in a high school game . . . that, of course, was a WHITE AS DAY high school basketball player . . . DUNK! Not kidding. A nice two-handed slam on a breakaway. As you could probably imagine, the hometowners won.

So all of that . . . was the reason why I missed all of the first two periods and a good chunk of the 3rd.

I would hope for forgiveness, but I really don't care.

Carry on with your bad selves.