I just came in my pants

From ESPN. com:

Daniel (Richmond, VA): Gilbert, you the man around these parts. How do you keep from letting it get to your head?

Gilbert Arenas: Because I look at life that being in the NBA is like being like a leaf on a tree. Every season leaves blow off the tree and new ones grow on. I'm going to be a regular person when I leave, I was before I got to the NBA. I do normal stuff.

So maybe it could stand a little proofreading, it still fills my heart with pride for being a Washington Wizards fan. I know the internet is abuzz with Gilbert Arenas chatter these days, but I don't like the guy for being a kook who does puzzles in his oxygen tent, I like him because he's a human being, and that's rare among anyone that accomplished, let alone an athlete. You can tell he's a gentle lover. I like that.

As for Gilbert Arenas's mercurial side, I'd just say it's just a sign he belongs in Washington, playing for an organization that for a long time was best known for the Muggsy Bogues/Manute Bol Variety Hour, literally the pairing of the tallest man in NBA history with the shortest man in NBA history. Using good draft picks on players with names like Pervis Ellison and Tom Gugliotta. Rod Strickland eating hotdogs during timeouts. Having players with names like God Shammgod and Ledell Eackles. Not to mention Kevin Duckworth during the years "Duck Tails" was popular. The twisted melodrama of the Michael Jordan/Kwame Brown era. Gheorghe Muresan's genuinely promising career derailed by injury while filming "My Giant" with Billy Crystal. The 100 year reign of Steve Buckhantz. The doddering loyalty of Abe and Irene Pollin. The time the Bullets mascot, Hoops, went awol for several days after he was accused of some criminal act (I want to say 'groping').

So Gilbert Arenas sponsoring a Halo team or believing that he's going to take over the entertanment industry by strating a company with Deshawn Stevenson and putting out a racy calender doesn't faze me all that much. Legend has it, the old Cap Centre out yonder in Landover was built atop an old clown burial yard. Some say it's an old wive's tale but I can tell you from experience that sometimes, late at night, when the wind is just right, you can still hear a young Chris Webber, laying down backing tracks for his rap album. It sends shivers up my spine just thinking about it.