Potpourri Day

Sitting at my desk this morning, I just can’t narrow the

subject down to one item, because all kinds of things 

are going on.

Over the latter part of the week past, Tennessee legend

Pat Summitt disclosed she had been diagnosed with early

onset dementia. Any discussion of basketball gods has

to include Summitt, who has won more games than anyone

in history, including Bobby Knight, Dean Smith,  Mike 

Krzyzewski, Lou Carneseca, John Thompson and a host

of others. 

Pat Summitt became the head coach at Tennessee when

she was 22 years old and the upcoming season will be her

38th. When Summitt became the coach, chief cook and 

bottle washer at Tennessee, only a handful of women even

played basketball. Almost four decades later, tens of thousands

of women play and they all owe a debt to Pat Summitt. Coach

Summitt is flat out a coach and she could coach men, or 

women, on any level. 

In her own inimitable style, Coach Summitt made her own 

announcement of the diagnosis from the Mayo Clinic and it

included, "This isn’t going to be any pity party. I’m going to

make some adjustments and move on."

Beyonce is pregnant. 

Most Democrats have an intellect rivaled only by garden tools.

An arctic seal walks into a bar. "What can I get you?" says 

the bartender. "Anything but a Canadian Club." (Bada-BOOM!)

NYC Mayor Michael (Obama) Bloomberg has planned a 

commemoration of 9/11 where God cannot be mentioned.

Bloomberg must be planning to take Uncle Joe (Huh?) 

Biden’s place on the 2012 ticket. His approval rating is

exactly the same as the Annointed One… and falling just

as fast.

Of course, that means that the next candidate will be

…Alec Baldwin, who lives in a $9.5 million dollar apartment

in Manhattan, so he can stay close to the middle class. 

It’s only a 20 minute limo ride to wherever they are. I’m

wondering if he’s going to use Twitter to communicate 

with them.

I would vote against him just because he’s a vegan. That’s

the training ground for facists. 

But on the bright side, he’s going to hold down the price 

of wheatgrass. Is it just me…or does he not look a little

puffy from eating so healthy?

Alright, it’s time to put on the Allman Brothers’ "Live at

the Fillmore." It’s the only way to get the VMA Awards

out of my head. 

If you would like to get on Dr. Bill’s Healthy Express train,

go here now. Time’s a wasting.

 

 

I’ll be back tomorrow with more.

With my best wishes for your optimum health,

Dr. Bill