A friend of mine who lives in Cambridge received a $1000 ticket in the mail for "illegal dumping". When she called Officer #4 to ask why she received this ticket, as she doesn't even live in Boston and hadn't been anywhere near the dump site, she was told "your address was on something we found".

Well, this was a week I'll long remember. I was in a crappy mood Monday night. I had a ton of work due on Tuesday. I had to give mid-term progress reports on all my students. I was behind on grading tests, which needed to be done if I was to give an honest assessment on the reports. But I also needed to get an expense check and a month worth of pay into the bank before the mortgage came due.

So that's how I found myself driving from ATM to ATM Monday night. Apparently the whole deposit network was down, because even when I got to my 10th ATM, finally an ATM owned by my credit union, even that one wouldn't take the deposit. It was in this frame of mind that I heard Cedric Maxwell's now infamous "Get back in the kitchen" comment.

Yes, in retrospect I can tell he was making fun of Tommy Heinsohn. To a lot of people I've spoken with since, that doesn't make a lick of difference. To me, it was just a bit of poor judgement on Max's part. Regardless of his intent, at the time I was pissed.

I told my sons and wife when I got home. The four of us reached consensus that I ought to at least try to put it on a blog somewhere. I've kinda been getting hooked on UniversalHub, so that's where I wrote about the incident. I didn't even know for sure what the user interface meant by differentiating between writing a "blog entry" or a "story", but I figured it was a story.

Next thing I know, there's some discussion -- some reasonable, some knee-jerk reaction from jerks who ought to be kneed. I figured the story would get cold before I bothered to try to alert the "real" media.

But then I was driving home from school Wednesday. Being the hopeless sports fan I am, I tuned into WEEI.