I have one thing to say: If you're here on Christmas, with nothing better to do than read me, God bless you. I wish I had something amazing, to make your day a pleasure, but the best I can offer is a road trip.
Go to the Boston Herald and read my column about basketball and death.
Yeah, I know. They don't usually go together, but they did for me, last week, and... well, it's over there on the website and maybe it will make sense when you see it.
God bless you again, for liking me enough to come here on Christmas. I like you, too. Now go away.
Soon, with more better stuff.
