LeBron James is in Chicago

We needed to drop in for a moment to let you know that we’re both alive and as a bonus, well.

We were unable to watch the Cavaliers this week, but we did note that wonderful loss to the Knicks the other night, which as far as we can tell, moves the Bull within one game of the two seed. The two teams play night the tomorrow – we anticipate either a win or loss by one or both of them.

(A CLE loss drops them to the 5 – nice work, guys. In retrospect, perhaps trying against the Bobcats would’ve been a better idea?)

Anyway, we’ve just finished reading through the first week’s offering from the substitute teachers, and the next thing we knew that Photoshop was created. (It was very much like that guy on Heroes who paints things while heroinized.)

Now, if we remember correctly, the “Coy and Vance Era” of the Dukes of Hazzard lasted roughly 18 episodes, although it’s debatable whether it counts as “remembering” if had to “look it up”.

The point is, nothing was ever the same again, everyone felt betrayed, former glory was never regained, and we were emotionally scarred for at least an entire 10-day span.

We’re not trying to imply anything here, but it’s all happening again.

One last thing – Becky emailed us this and we need to know if it actually works. If yes, that’s good. If no, it’s just another in a long line of teases that leaves us bitter and alone. All we picture is a red splotch on our (muscular, defined, and handsome) shoulder, which actually may be better than what’s there right now.

In closing…we miss you, and we assume the feeling is mutual, at least to some extent.