Wednesdays Is Wednesdayish.

This is what happens when there's no Liberty news to keep me sane.

Nothin' doin' on the Liberty front. Shameka Christon is graded over at the Lib's site, but other than that, nada. This is what I was afraid was going to happen in the off-season, with very little to keep this blog going. However, it's good to keep the grease on the wheels, so better to update with just a bit than nothing at all.

Don't make me keep that promise.

In other news, the Mercs are going to be on a Wheaties box. Which is nice, in a kinda "well, that's cool" way, but really, who the hell eats Wheaties? I had a box once, and it was like eating freeze-dried cardboard. Still, good going.

Linda Froelich waxes poetic on the way that the WNBA affects European ball. That pretty much sums it up. She was on the German national team with... guess who... Martina Weber. See? It's six degrees all the way, baby!

Other than that, nothin'. Bleh. If there's something good, I'll update tomorrow. If not, you'll have to wait until Friday. Until next time?

See ya, Space Cowboy...