I would be a traitor if I didn't honor the weekend siesta tradition instituted by Ian and duly upheld yesterday by Richard. There will only be so many more summer days warm enough for me to go outside and get humiliated playing basketball, so I'm stepping out for a bit to go 0-for-11 like John Starks. Anybody who wants to play, meet me at the schoolyard courts behind McCarren Pool in 20 minutes. For the rest of you, enjoy this clip of an extremely creepy stalker who finally gets to meet his favorite local weatherman on-air:

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