What's in a number? Apparently, a LeBrillion dollars.

Yesterday, LeBron James filed paperwork with the NBA for permission to change his number from 23 to 6. Not that I'm a big LeBron fan, nor sports fan - but I have a court order to listen to sports radio on my commute to and from work in order to keep my Man Card.

It's true.

I keep it right next to my Fry's card on my keychain

Here's the letter I received from one of the departments inside the Man Card office - the Department of Card Kickbacks or D.I.C.K.

It came wrapped in a plain brown envelope, with a Playboy, for good measure

Anyway, James is changing his number and if I was at all a fan that had spent thousands of dollars on his home jersey, away jersey, retro jersey, hanging out at the house jersey, or going to the strip club jersey, I'd be peeved, I mean PISSED, I tell you.

So there you go - a little sports talk to keep my testosterone level equivalent to a naked mole rat - ah, that release did feel pretty good - oh darn, while I was typing my Venti non-fat half caf carmel macchiato got cold.