Had one of those days at work that makes you wanna spit, so I'm glad Kathy blogged the Liberty game, 'cause yes, indeed, it was fun, fun, fun!

I did want to give a shout out to a couple of attendees: A W fan from Atlanta made her first trip New York City to cheer for the Merc (oops!). She took the indirect route -- driving from Atlanta to Charlotte to catch a flight. Her luggage was indirect, too, arriving at JFK instead of Laguardia. In spite of her travel adventures and the Merc's misadventures, it's always great to see the loyalty of W fans.

My dad came in from New Jersey -- not so far as Atlanta traveled, but he was thrilled to see a win. He hasn't been so lucky in previous trips. I'd hesitate to suggest it was his choice of head gear (he made a very memorable impression on security one year by showing up in a red, white and blue sequined baseball cap he'd discovered in some store), but clearly the Liberty had I gave him a few Father's Days ago brought the team luck.

It's funny, I grew to love sports because both my parents were athletic and loved to play and watch sports. Mom really could care less about basketball (she'd rather watch football), but dad has become a fan of the W because I have become a fan. A skilled multi-tasker, he often is correcting papers with one eye on the TV (I'm sure not to the detriment of his students). He always seems to know what's up with the team, and early in the season he suggested the Lib stop spotting opponents a double-digit lead. Ah, Dad, from your lips to the Lib's ears.

All in all it was a great day in the Garden: Atlanta and dad in the house, the Lib on fire, enough attendees so there were once again lines in front of the women's bathroom, and the creative staff put together a BRILLIANT video of the team rapping to Sugar Hill Gang's Rapper's Delight. I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie...