great debuts

A lot of thought went into what my debut post should be about.

In hindsight, the moment I started thinking about it was likely my downfall.

Great debuts are rarely well-thought out; they just happen.

Magic Johnson didn't think, "I'm going to average 18, seven and seven this year," at the start of his rookie season, he just did it. The Wu-Tang Clan didn't plan on making a genre-shaping album with 36 Chambers. They put the pen to paper, the rhymes to the beats...or just let ODB go nuts a little and followed his lead and the rest took care of itself. Do you think Orson Welles over-thought every minute detail of Citizen Kane? OK, bad example.

As much as I like to talk basketball, sneakers and sports in general, that's not what this blog is about. Every once in a while, I have a thought or two that doesn't involve any of that stuff. Check my Twitter feed. Sometimes I wonder things:

"If I eat a multitude of oatmeal cookies, does my body accept that as a bowl of oatmeal?"*

Sometimes I notice things:

"just heard a guy with a jheri curl mullet say Edmonton was too small town for him. A guy. With a mullet. Ripping E-town. Seriously."

I need a place to expand on these and other thoughts. A caveat: from time to time I may bring basketball into the conversation, with parable-like purpose. ie, five-foot-five Earl Boykins scoring 32 points in a NBA game twice. Translation: anything is possible. Or, the fact that Michael Jordan scored 16 points on five-of-16 shooting from the field in his NBA debut on Oct. 26, 1984. Proof that a modest debut isn't the worst thing in the world either.

*A Starbucks employee warned me that if I ate four oatmeal cookies I would just get constipated. I drew the line at two.