Nice stalking to ya

Some of you may have heard me say that I'd like to stalk LeBron James. I won't deny that I've said this because then I'd be a big, fat liar. I will however, clarify that statement. I don't want to stalk him to try and convince him to let me bear his children, or to sneak into his hotel room only to steal his boxer-briefs (which is what I imagine he wears), but if I ever had a King James encounter, I'd probably spout off his stats. I'd tell him how I've watched him since high school and that his skills on the court actually give me goose bumps (this is where I'd say "no homo" if I was a dude, but I'm not, so I can be corny all I want). My point is, I'd want him to know that I am a fan of his talent, not his looks or his potentially huge -- ego. Thought I was going somewhere else with that one, didn't you? Perverts. Anyhoo, there's a bigger picture that I intend to get to, and that is the stalking of Luke Walton. No, that was not a misprint. Indeed, I meant to say Luke Walton. Evidently, a woman in Manhattan Beach, Ca, has been stalking Walton since last year. The lady is certainly persistant, among other things. She was arrested on September 18th after she pulled up to his car and pretended to fire gun shots at him with her hand gun -- and by hand gun, I mean she made the shape of a gun with her hand. This act of insanity performed by this woman who's name has been changed to "Crazy" for the purpose of this article, leads me to believe one of two things; She's not over the Lakers loss of the National Championship to the Boston Celtics, or there is just something seriously wrong with her brain.