rackin' up the DNP's

I've been sick almost since we got to California on Monday. Not all that sick, just a little nagging cough and a general feeling of not-rightedness. It feels about the same as being healthy in New York.

But I haven't been able to play ball yet. That's gnawing at me. Maybe today.

For the record, if I owned a gargantuan sporting goods store -- or even a little teeny one -- there's no way I would put little plastic disks over all the basketball hoops to discourage kids from shooting on them. No, the basketball hoops would be exposed and available for anbody who wanted to come in and horse around.

And my store would crush all competitors.

Let's dole out some genius points today. For starters, how tall is this Christmas tree? You may use whatever means are available to you to formulate your guess, closest one gets 15 points. An exact answer gets 25.

And here are the next few lyrics in our failed namedatlyric experiment:

if i had
if i had more
more would be laid at your feet

I'll gladly deliver twelve G.P.'s to whoever provides the correct answer.

I want to buy a nice cotton hooded sweatshirt.