Aside from some of the wonderful people I know, here are a few other things I find myself missing about Kansas City.

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The longer I live in L.A., the more I realize that I

Hello Moderately Attractive Readers;

Welcome back to another edition of Dr. J-Ri. I have picked up a few sponsors:

Today’s mailbag is brought to you by: Trojan: Introducing the All-New Nine Month Investment Plan; and by Enzyte: Spreading STD’s in Nursing Homes since 2006.

It’s been a while since I stepped off my pedestal to speak with all of you, so before we move forward, here’s my disclaimer.

As we’ve covered before, these are real emails, sent by you, that desperately need an injection of my un-earthly and supreme wisdom. I

Farrah Faucet died. Michael Jackson died. Sick of hearing about it? Me too. Here’s my non-celebrity death edition of Random Thoughts. Enjoy!

It happened only days ago. I awoke in my Washington D.C. room, where I was living for the summer. The bags forming under my eyes would have sent even Jeff Van Gundy

The ball careened off the rim and into the hands of Pietrus, another clutch jumper missed by Kobe Bryant.

Magic, 87. Lakers, 82. 1:02 left.

By all indications, the Lakers were done. They were visibly weary and deflated from battling the Orlando Magic. The 17k+ packed inside of Amway Arena. The whistles, or non-whistles, of Bennett Salvatore, Mike Callahan and Scott Foster. The mounting pressure of not having won a Finals game away from Staples Center since 2002.

This was supposed to be the defining moment for the Orlando Magic.

Let’s say I’m an ABC executive. I walk onto the 63rd floor of my office building on a rainy Friday morning. I reach deep inside myself and find the goodwill to utter a few shallow good mornings to the cubed peons that do all the work so I can drive a different colored Porsche every day of the week. I pass by my secretary’s desk, who I shamelessly hired over hundreds of qualified applicants. Sure, she can’t read and her favorite word is like, but I’m 70 and senile, this is as good as it gets for me.

Right before I open the door to my 2,000 square foot office, she pops a bubble and says, “Hey sir, umm, like, GM; and, like, here’s a list thingy that I was totally supposed to give you.” I grab the piece of paper and it says this:

The following is a blog/note conversation between Celtics fan and Laker-hater Mark Church, and Lakers fan and Celtic-hater J-Ri.Feel free to jump in the conversation, as I’ll continually update it as our debate continues.

Enjoy!

Love is the topic; everything else finds its way into the margin. Is every passage of life not just a small part of the infinite pursuit of love?

I want you to think about that person you call boyfriend, … girlfriend, … husband, … wife.

I want you to think about how much you enjoy it when they do that thing, or say what they say so well. How they make you feel better about the person you are, and more optimistic about the person you really want to be. How so many memories are related to them, and how you wouldn’t change that for the world.