Hung out with Adrienne Goodson during the All-Star Game. You might remember she's writing for Slam Online and boasts that her first feature in the hoops magazine is going to be on Detroit All-Star Deanna Nolan -- look for it in its upcoming issue.

While Goody is an All-Star, playing in the game when it was last held in Washington, D.C., in 2002, she was a complete newbie on Sunday, violating all of the media rules. She cheered from press row, interviewed players while they competed and whined, "wait for me!" as she headed into the restroom -- when the skills challenge began. I hollered, "We're supposed to be in our seats!" But ended up waiting for what felt like 45 minutes. I nearly missed Storm guard Betty Lennox running the course, but wouldn't have minded because I knew she wasn't going to do well, like All-Star Sue Bird. (Lennox is the kind of passer that needs an athlete to go get a ball that might be, hmm, slightly off target. I would never declare her a precision passer. Add in the horrendous travel she experienced and you saw the results). Loved Goody's continued rebellious nature, though, because I got to be by her side scooping up the dish, too.

And Goody was a hoot. I called her "rook" the entire time because she crossed over to my turf. Most players want to be broadcasters and that's cool, but I never could figure out why all of these underground poets and writers don't try sports reporting, especially after listening to them complain about how they're covered. Plus, some have the journalism degree.

Goody said she's just "trying to expose the WNBA as much as possible and in any way I can. It's unfortunate we don't have enough games on regular TV so everybody can see, because not everybody has cable or NBA-TV. I'm just trying to give it another avenue."

After the game I was put back in place when I went to dinner with Philadelphia Inquirer reporter Mel Greenberg, who started the women's college basketball poll in 1976 and was inducted into the Women's Basketball Hall of Fame in June. Post-game dinner is an All-Star tradition of ours that's all about swapping notes on West Coast-East Coast hoops. Of course, he talks more and I soak up the history book on tape without the book or tape. Classic moment was thumbing through his iPod on the way back to my hotel. He's got 50 Cent, Clay Walker and Celtic Woman. As I laughed at the wide range of musical tastes for a white guy born in 1947, he said, "I may get lucky on the airplane and need something for everybody."

That was the All-Star weekend, something for everybody. If I may, I'd like to thank Ed at Hotel Monaco for the wonderful room and Princess Di, my goldfish (not named by me), for keeping me company during my stay. Now it's back to regular work.