as many of you know, i'm a huge fan of the game of basketball. more specifically, the los angeles lakers brand of basketball. as silly as it seems, i tend to feel like i know the lakers' players; i read about and watch them so much, i feel a certain connection. and when they are about my age, experiencing some of the same things i am (except for the million dollar homes and tricked out rides), i tend to relate to them. which is probably why i find lamar odom's situation is so sad.
odom, who plays forward for the lakers and is a terrific, unselfish, all-around basketball player, lost his infant son last summer. for some reason, and i think it's pretty obvious, his situation simply wrenches my proverbial guts. his son, jayden, was six and a half months old, when he succumbed to SIDS.
i feel almost guilty that sara and i are so blessed as to have a seven month old, wonderfully healthy boy. i almost wish there were some way i could do something for the man. i guess my fervent and loyal support throughout the season will have to suffice. and of course enjoying every tantrum, pile of vomit, and stray turd fletch can throw my way.
too bad there's no audio with this pic. the noise that accompanies that face is too much. and try not to focus on my very un-basketball-ready physique.
fletch likes his high chair. he's learned to bang his hand on the tray. it's fun. we have decibel level contests. i usually win. the ridiculous amount of cd's on the left are in serious need of baby-proofing.
chillin'.
jamison's hat.
he's watching 'baby mozart.' part of me feels guilty for letting him zone out to a video. but sometimes daddy needs a breather. and by the time he graduates high school (2025), his entire life will be mediated anyway.
Lovin' the swing. 
Fletchi G!
