Something… important… happened… yesterday.

I just can’t figure out what.

I’m telling you… it’s totally important.  And, I just can’t seem to put my finger on it.  I was going to write an entire post about it, and now?  No idea.

It’s so weird.  Apparently, I’m losing my memory in my old age.

OH.MY.GOOODNESSS…  NOW I REMEMBER.

…

IT WAS VINCE CARTER’S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY!!!!

I am so incredibly embarrassed.  This is downright unforgivable, really.  Anyway.

Happy Birthday, Vince, thanks for always being there for me and all the people who are lucky enough to be your friend.

I just want you to know that even if you stopped playing professional ball, didn’t win a gold medal in the Olympics, sold your restaurant, and stopped being famous altogether… the people that really care about you would care about you anyway.

Because, Vince, you are more than what you do for others, you are more than who you know, more than who knows you and  certainly more than what others think of you.

For your birthday, and for the rest of your life, it is my wish that you always remember that.

Also, I’m so glad that you aren’t a whiny, little man-girl that tries to publicly shame me on your personal blog in front of the entire Internet for not writing a post devoted to you on your birthday.  Because, dude, you totally don’t want to be that guy.