I imagine this happens to most people. You're surfing the web, maybe flipping through the TV, and you realize somebody you thought wasn't alive, is, well, very much so alive.
- Gary Gaetti? Still alive.
- Karl Malden? Still alive at 96.
- Maude Flanders? Still dead.
- John "hotplate" Williams? Still alive.
That's yesterday's bounty.
Today, I realized not only is this special person alive. She just celebrated her birthday Tuesday. Now checking in at a spritely 86, Bea Arthur is still around and the Korner is wishing her a belated happy birthday.
Who's Bea Arthur you ask? Get out. Click something else, now. Seriously.
Or click this tribute to her, courtesy of VH1. It's priceless, just like my blackmarket Premarin full of delicious horse urine.
Alpha Blog II
Last night I did something a bit unusual. I watched the fourth quarter of the West Coast playoff game last night. That's usually A. past my school night bedtime or B. low on my list of enjoyable activities.
But I watched it. And I was surprised with what I saw.
Kobe Bryant passed up shot opportunity after shot opportunity in the quarter he's supposed to single handily takeover. This was a close game, mind you. Drive after drive, he would go to the basket and dish out to Derek Fisher, Sasha Vujacic or Vlad Radmanovic. It was bizarre to watch.
I guess he wanted to send a message to our Mike Freeman.
While this will go down as memorable Kobe, notably for his ability to go completely out of character on such a stage and still win, it begs the question: how were the Jazz not able to capitalize?
You have the best player in the game, this season, not doing what he's paid lots of money to do, score. And the Jazz still can't pull out the road win?
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry. You let your team do exactly what the Lakers were doing those last 5 minutes of the game. Drive to the basket, kick it out, clank. Drive to the basket, kick it out, clank. Over and over and over. That's the best offense you can run during one of the strangest non-scoring streaks of the game's most prolific scorer's career?
Where was Carlos Boozer down low? Ditto Mehmet Okur? And this is the fourth-best team in the NBA's Western Conference? I'm just saying.
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Klick of the Day
I'm pretty sure Adam Jones doesn't actually bring stick to drum in this wonderful rendition of Orioles Magic. (TOH: Buzz Fagan)