I didn't anticipate writing another word about Lebron until he'd actually put ink to paper on a new deal but despite the fact, he'll be wearing #6 next season, I feel like Walter Sparrow in this world. A simple headline lit a spark in my "cerebral sportex"(the unexplored and recently discovered region of the brain which processes sports information) and I'm seeing the number 23 every where I look.
For those of you who have never seen Jim Carrey play Walter Sparrow in 23, here's a quick primer. For one it's not a slapstick comedy. Jim Carrey is too sophisticated now, plus at a certain age you're body doesn't heal as well from physical comedy. Sounds like Dwyane Wade in three years. Anyway... Jim Carrey portrays a mentally disturbed individual who after reading a journal, begins observing signs of the #23 everywhere he looks. Since the Cavs caved to the Boston Celtics in May I've been suffering from a similar delusion. It's known in psychological circles as the 23 enigma.
Derrick Rose wore 23 in high school and college. Before Steve Kerr acquired Shaquille O'Neal Amare Stoudemire wore #32 in Phoenix, the inverse of 23. One of Dwyane Wade's potential teammates in Miami could be Joe Johnson who wears #2. You can probably deduce that Wade wears #3.
It's a Connect 4 in my brain with the numbers two, three and Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon on acid. Disclaimer: I'm not under the influence and would never defame drugs in a public forum. A simple headline refueled my obsession with the number 23. What can I say, I get drawn into psychological ailments fairly easily.