Right ne-ah da beach... boooyyy!

I've been dropping that phrase into conversation all week, to the point where my wife is now using it as well.

Why? I'm livin' it up in Miami Beach. It's January 5th and I have something of a sun burn right now. That's always the sign of a good time.

We passed Magic Johnson on the beach earlier this week and sat a couple sections away from him, Derek Jeter and Gary Sheffield at the Heat-Sonics game on Monday. (awesome game... the Heat missed a tying 3 at the buzzer, but the shooter got fouled. He had a chance to send it to OT at the line, but couldn't get it done) We're going to the Heat-Knicks game in a couple hours. The last game, we had seats in the 10th row behind one of the baselines. I'm told our tickets for tonight are better than that. You've got to love knowing someone who works for the team.

We didn't end up going to the Orange Bowl, despite my incessant whining that we should. We were able to watch the planes go overhead just moments before their flyover, and I think we could hear the booing following the halftime show as well.

Seriously, if Ashlee Simpson ever appears in public again, she's got a lot of guts. She was worse than Oklahoma, and that's REALLY saying something.

Speaking of Oklahoma, what, exactly is so impressive about the Big XII? The Sooners got de-flowered by USC, Texas squeaked by a decent, but not great Michigan team, Texas Tech walloped Cal, A&M got peed on by Tennessee and Oklahoma State got spanked by the Buckeyes. I haven't watched any of the talking heads this week, but I'm guessing that they're playing up the Texas and Tech games to justify the season-long suck jobs. That was just a dreadful week for that league, and if Michigan had any clue how to stop a running quarterback, it would have been worse.

But alas, when I actually wanted them to win a game, they did not. No wonder everyone hates them.