This is how it Starts

I've nothing exceptionally Californian to speak of today. Rather, what I CAN speak about is my seemingly ever increasing desire to speak upon a whole lot of things. See, I experienced a first this week. For the first time ever, I was a caller on a talk radio show. On Monday, at the outset of my evening commute, I flip on the radio. Basically, I have a four-pronged attack: I have one sports radio show, one news/talk show, one jazz station, and one CD at the ready. Whoever has the best offering at a given time gets my attention until further notice. So, at this particular point in time, ESPN radio had my ear, talking about Lebron James' status in the NBA. "Is he the best player?" and things of that nature.

I don't know why, but when one guy spoke of how he'd never seen anyone so single-handedly carry a mediocre team to the NBA finals before, I "snapped," and simply HAD to chime in. I call up, and I actually don't get a busy signal. Some screener asks me my name, and what I want to say. They put me on hold for 5 minutes. Then I hear, "Scott, from Los Angeles, you're on the air." Semi-stunned, I kept my wits about me enough NOT to say, "First time, long time." Instead, I barrelled into my point. "Yeah, hi. I just want to say, if you think Lebron's the first guy to carry a weak team into the finals, go take a look at Allen Iverson's supporting cast back in 2001." Before they could recover from the genius of my insight, I came back with the second barrel. "Also, Lebron's the most TALENTED player, but not the best because he doesn't bring it every night. Tim Duncan is an efficient, winning machine, who will destroy Lebron."

There's a bigger issue here though, on top of my masterful basketball insight. A definite trend in the works. Sure, this was my first call, but actually my second attempt. (2 weeks ago I went ballistic when informed of this a-hole, who's baseball playing, drunken mess of a son had killed himself drunk driving, had the BALLS to sue everyone and their grandmother for his sons death. Guy was drunk, stoned, speeding, on his cell phone, without a seatbelt, and he mercifully only killed himself. Meanwhile, his dad is suing the guy who's car stalled on the side of the road that his son rammed into). So now, I'm calling in radio shows, blogging, and wagging my finger a lot when I have actual live people in my presence. The dam is breaking. Here come the floodwaters. Make way for my soapbox. If I ever run for any type of political office, mark this date on your calendar's folks. You'll be able to look back and say, "THERE! That's where it started." Buh Logic is going to make an imprint on this world, by God!