It was sad news to hear that Penny Marshall died. It's even sadder that most people (over the age of 50), only know her from her TV work as Laverne on "Laverne and Shirley." She's directed some amazing films -- Big and A League of Their Own, both with Tom Hanks. Hey, there may be no "crying in baseball" but there can be crying for Marshall. Losing this talent, at age 75, is tragic.

I met her once. Well, strike that. I didn't meet her. She walked by me, and we smiled at each other. I…

For the longest time, Wilt Chamberlain was my favorite basketball player. That’s because as a kid, the Lakers were my favorite team. Once they drafted Magic Johnson, he quickly became my favorite player.

I was lucky enough to get Chamberlain’s autograph when I sent him a letter after reading his autobiography. Magic was a lot…

A few weeks ago I posted the video of Kyle Busch being stuck in traffic and seeing a woman next to him wearing his hat. He honked, she freaked, and he signed the hat from his car. It was a wonderful moment, but it got me thinking about autographed hats. I've never liked them. It's for the same reason I don't like autographed shirts -- you can't wear them any more!

I know, the title of this blog sounds like a Jerry Seinfeld show.

I remember when the Lakers acquired future Hall of Famer Steve Nash. Anybody that knew basketball, knew it was a horrible move. He was old, and injury prone. Yet once he joined the team, he was on the freeway and saw people with a Lakers bumper sticker. He honked at them (he wasn't driving, his friend was). They freaked out when they saw him, and there's video of them handing him a beer, while both cars were traveling…

With Lindsay Lohan checking into rehab today, I couldn’t help but think about her wacky parents. A lot of people feel that any parent that let’s their young child have a career in Hollywood is doing a disservice, but…we’ve seen things regarding her mom and dad that have shown us they’re a lot worse than most stage moms.

This leads me into todays topic – Kobe Bryant’s parents. I have a history with them. Well, sort of.

When I was an 9-year-old basketball lover, I was always…

In the Sunday morning paper (Parade section), they had an interview with Zac Efron.

Now, these are interviews I usually skip. I don't care about these young actors talking about Twilight or High School Musical, or getting slimed on Nickelodian.

But I got done playing racquetball, and it was the only section of the paper I hadn't read. The story was about his top 15 things to do in the summer.

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