Did you notice that extra little bit of sunshine and happiness permeating from this beautiful Saturday afternoon and wonder to yourself where it’s coming from? I mean, your wrist is still straight so you’re not suffering from World Cup Fever. You’ve got a bad case of that Drew Franklin, which seems very appropriate today as this is the day set aside to celebrate his birth. Since the actual year of his birth is still undetermined (the Dodgers are very intrigued), his entrance into this world is either somehow related to Anne Frank getting a diary (1943), the Son of Sam getting sentenced (1978), Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman getting murdered (1994) or the death of Mr. Wizard (2007). Or, knowing the power of Drew, possibly all of the above.
You’ve all been smitten with Drew since he set up shop here in 2009 and I’ve had the pleasure of sleeping in a bed with him. It’s for those reasons, and thousands of others, that you should take to the comments and tell Drew how much his existence means to you and how many times you find yourself thinking about him when you’re alone and Brian McKnight comes on the iPod and starts things back at one. And, of course, if you see him out tonight, offer to get him a shot. I’ve heard once or twice that he likes to drink.
Drew, I love you. And happy birthday too.