Lakers forward Vladimir Radmanovic and I share a few things in common.
- Both of us are over 6 feet tall.
- Neither of us have posted to this blog for a week and a half.
- Neither of us will be playing for the Lakers the next few weeks.
- We both have separated shoulders. Vlad did his in by falling on a patch of ice, while mine was on the bicycle. Or rather, off the bicycle.
Considering how my shoulder and ribs are feeling still, I can’t imagine trying to shoot baskets, much less type much more than what you see here. I feel better than I did two weeks ago, but I have to make myself take it easy. Overdoing = hurting.
However, everything pales in comparison to the wonderful news that spring training has sprung, a fact that will warm the coldest winter nights in Southern California. Not to mention raising the excitement levels another notch, anticipating the sights and sounds to come.
If you listen close, you can hear the flight of a bag of peanuts, feel the solid weight as it hits your hand. Sunlight soaking into every last part of you as your favorite team takes the field. The umpire yelling “Play ball!” and suddenly all is right with the world.
[...] And here I was commiserating with Vladimir Radmonovic about having a separated shoulder. Turns out old Vlad pulled a Beimel and lied about how he got the injury. [...]