There were a couple of packages waiting for me today after practice. I was a little mystified as to where they came from, especially considering the fact that I hadn't bought or sent off for anything recently. Maybe someone had sent me a Valentine or something. It could have possibly been one of the five women who sent me Facebook and MySpace messages referring to the blog. Was that even possible?

As we finished up our last drill, I headed over to the boxes. One package said that it was from "Flex-Power." OK, that was an easy one. My homie, Rashean, sends me some of this miracle warm-up cream from time to time. Lucky for me I'm a fellow Cal guy or I might have to go to great lengths to get my hands on this stuff. I might lead a life of crime.

The second box was still a mystery. I saw who it was from. It clearly read "San Antonio Spurs" on the return label. Really? I picked it up and that bad boy was heavy. I could also clearly hear heavy things inside bumping up against one another. I didn't want to open it up in the gym because it seemed that whatever was inside the box was better contained in the box than in my hands for the time being.

When I got back to the apartment, I still had no clue as to what the Spurs could have possibly sent me. Besides the what, the more important question was the why. Why in the world would anyone send me a heavy box? Well, I could keep asking questions, or I could just open that bad boy up, so I did just that.

On the end that I first opened up was a pair of Spurs workout shorts and a shooting shirt. Once I got past those, there were something like 20 Gatorade Nutrition shakes. If I was confused before, I was now bewildered. I searched the rest of the box and there was nothing else. It had to be some sort of joke. Maybe Kevin Hart was getting back at me, that guy is good from what I've seen.

When I got up to put the shakes away, I stepped on a piece of paper. It must have fallen out of the box with the shakes. It was handwritten on a small piece of Spurs stationary. I picked it up and started reading:

"Rod,

Great blog. I am a fan.

We would like for you to come to our summer league and mini camp. You can have as many shakes as you want.

Have a good season. Keep playing the right way.

Dell Demps"

I sat back and looked at all the shakes. I kind of even ignored what may have been the only handwritten camp invite I'll ever get. I had 20 Gatorade shakes and a handwritten letter from an NBA Director of Player Personnel. Awesome.

I put two and two together and assumed that he must have read my Denver workout post about how there was a two-shake limit. Like a child at Christmas, he wowed me with promises of unlimited shakes and summer league dreams. If there ever was an advertisement for blog writing, this would be it, although I think that my numbers had a little to do with it.

If you're reading this, thanks, Dell. My teammates stole about five shakes already, but the rest have been phenomenal. Yeah, that's right, I drank them today. Something is seriously wrong with me. I can't control it. I can't explain it. I just love those things.

Anyways, on an unrelated note, Valentine's Day is tomorrow. If you've been keeping up with the movement, you've seen my other two videos on the front page of toomuchrodbenson.com. Well, I made a special edition video just for the day of love and I suggest that you go check it out and show it to the girl you desire this Valentine's Day. I'm off to the All-Star Game folks. Peace.

Rod Benson is a Cal grad who plays for the D-League's Dakota Wizards. He also blogs every Monday, Wednesday and Friday on Ball Don't Lie. Read his archive, pay a visit to TooMuchRodBenson.com and always support the Boom Tho movement.

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