July 12, 2011
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I’m not a big fan of celebrating birthdays. Some arbitrary day of our birth based loosely on human devised measurement of time… and the anniversary of it at that, not even the actual birth. What’s the big deal about being a year older? is there some special significance to it that everyone around me is aware of except me.
Don’t even get me started on the whole gift-giving. What a crock of [expletive deleted]
Now having said all that, NBA.com was the only one out of all the retailers I do my business with online that somehow recalled it was my Birthday. While Birthdays itself have no meaning to me AND the most likely scenario is their system is automated to send something based on the DOB I supplied — they’re getting my business today!
Strange how that worked out, eh.
