Every year, I always fall in love with a milk chocolate or mulatto man.
And let me tell you, I fall in love even more when a man rocks a #4 jersey, my favorite number-- reminds me of high school.

I always tell people that I won't watch sports unless: it's my hometown/midwest area, it's live, or it's with people I know.

But I actually watched this championship as if I were back home watching the kids play ball every Thursday night like old times.

'Twas a good season!

Now I'm even more excited to go back home.