i have never really written for public "consumption" (not that anyone is going to read this anyway) and i have kept a journal for over 20 years now and i have always placed restrictions on what i write for fear that someone else would read it whether it be a family member or a wife or whatever. i have zealousy guarded those journals to the point that i pretty much keep it with me at all times. when i die those journals will be the most fought over posession by my sisters and my wife when i die. not this time. what you read is what you get. i am going to blog about sports, strip clubs, history, politics, or whatever. read it. don't read it. it may make you laugh. it might piss you off. you will probably think i am a dumbass. there will probably not be a socially redeeming thing anywhere in my blogs. that's the beauty of it all. there doesn't have to be.

i entitled my blog molly's world after my dog, molly.we rescued her from the animal shelter about 5 minutes before she was to be put down. to show her eternal gratitude molly has allowed me to live in her house or apartment, sleep on her bed, to give her endless belly rubs, and to take her on timeless walks. she has protected me from gang members, family members, and angry women (i don't know which was scarier). she has given me her opinion on a variety of topics from who i choose as friends, the sports teams i pull for (she thinks i am wasting my time when i could be outside with her when i am watching a game), and she definitely thinks i should stay off my damn cell phone... this is molly's world. i just exist in it...

there was an article in the charlotte observer today about greatest sports stories and that got me to thinking about my own great sports stories. i wasn't much of an athlete with the exception of baseball where i was a slightly above average player and i sat at the far end of the bench on the freshman basketball team but that was about it. my great sport story involves me watching the UNC-Oklahoma basketball game around 1988 with my father. oklahoma led by billy tubbs (i really couldn't stand him as a coach) was the overall number one seed that year and the 'heels were like a number 8 seed but me and pops watched the game with great anticipation. somehow pops knew they were going to to win the game and even as rick fox hit that bank shot to seal the deal, pops let out that laugh that signified total joy in an "i told you so" kind of way. i even looked it up on youtube (i love youtube)and seeing it again brought so many memories of watching carolina basketball with my dad. we didn't agree on much but that is one passion that we shared and i know when i am watching a game he is watching it with me....