What a week.
First, Gov. Mark Sanford of South Carolina disappears. His wife tells the AP he just needed to get away from the kids — on Father's Day — so he could write in quiet.
Then his staff says Sanford's hiking the Appalachian Trail ... on National Naked Hiking Day. You couldn't make this stuff up. Er, I guess you can.
A reporter then catches Sanford at the Atlanta airport, and Sanford says he wanted to hike the Appalachian Trail but instead went to Buenos Aires, Argentina.
"I wanted to do something more exotic," he said.
Turns out though, he's been doing something exotic for awhile: The next day he calls a press conference and admits an affair with an Argentinean woman.
What great theater. More twists than a bowl of fusilli. I love it.
But the week wasn't over.
Wednesday afternoon, the US Soccer team, the ugly incompetent stepchild of international soccer, upsets Spain, the world's best team.
Suddenly, all the upper-middle class white kids from liberal suburban families named Shane, Ethan, Tyler, Griffin and Tucker, who were always a little different and who were only 5'6 or 5'7 and couldn't play football, and who went backpacking through Europe and fell in love with soccer — those kids, Shane and Ethan and Tyler and Griffin and Tucker, those kids finally have a reason to cheer and feel validated for always loving soccer.
Then late Wednesday, Shaq was traded to the Cavs.
Suddenly, the Big Cactus or Big Aristotle or whatever Shaq calls himself these days is now the Big Walleye, and LeBron finally has a partner in crime with playoff and championship experience.
On Thursday though, the fun stopped. Two global icons, Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett, both passed away prematurely.
Every generation has its larger-than-life personalities, and Jackson and Fawcett defined their eras. Fawcett's iconic poster hung on the wall of every teenage boy's wall in the late 1970s and early 1980s.
And Jackson? What can you say? He was the "King of Pop," a guy who made MTV and influenced the lives (and dance moves) of music-lovers on six continents.
Both Fawcett and Jackson will be dearly missed. They left us too early.