It's bananas. I'll be going to sleep at night and just randomly look out the window. Just to check. Just because. She has been out there at 12:30, 1:30 in the morning. She would park outside my house for hours and hours. I would drive out, and I would see her peeking through. It would suck, because I know I'm leaving my home, and I know she's still there. What am I supposed to do? Is she planning on breaking in? Am I going to come home one day and she's sleeping in my bed? Is she going to steal my dog?Is it wrong that I actually want to see a picture of what Luke Walton's stalker looks like? And the half-hearted lengths I've gone to get this picture — Facebook, MySpace, phone calls to the PD, etc. — does that make me a stalker now? Vicious cycle, this blogging business. But...if anybody can scrounge up a photo of Luke Walton's loon it'd be most appreciated. I'll send you a copy of "God Save The Fan" or something. Her trial is Nov 6th. Hopefully we won't have to wait that long. ************** Tonight: Go pop some Vicodin and watch the debates. It's gonna get feisty. Tomorrow: A funny story about our old friend Stuart Scott has surfaced, so it will be shared and discussed in a civilized manner, of course. Thank you for your continued support of Deadspin. And wish Canadians a Happy Thanksgiving or something in advance. Remember: You can't have any pudding if you don't eat your SKEETS.