Best has just written his 31st post, which is still one short of my record of 32 set a few weeks ago. (The experience remains a blur, so I don't remember the date, only that it was a Friday night, that Best was in the office, and that Jeff W. had my record-setting blog entry performance on screen and pointed Best toward it.)
Best insists that his previous record was 30, but I could swear it was 31 and mine was 32. I don't care. I'm still champion. There are only minutes to go before my reign ends.
Again, the only way I hold onto the title is if Best's head explodes.
I hope that does not happen. After all, he has proven to be a valuable subject for this blog. I don't know there is anything quite like it to take its place.
(I put a picture of the Stanley Cup on this blog post as a reminder of one of the greatest championship trophies in the history of pro sports. I have watched many, many Stanley Cup playoff games in my lifetime, although I will not watch the one tonight between the Rangers and Penguins because the NHL has taken my sport away from me. The game is on Versus, and, like millions of other devoted hockey fans, I don't have it on my cable system.)