I know. A basketball on this blog is completely out of place and really, I must be smoking crack to blog about basketball. Well, I have a basketball crazed husband named Yed. For father's day a good friend suggested I get Yed a basketball. Simple right? Well, I guess there is an art at choosing the right ball. They have to be, indoor/outdoor, perfectly round and feel right. Sounds like a boob job to me...hee hee. So I can thank Byron for going through the trouble of getting the perfect ball because Yed lit up like a Christmas tree when he got it. Then he gave it the physical examination with furrowed brows!? A good father only deserves the best basketball, right? He said, "Sweet babe! How did you know?" I said, "I know everything."