Mother's Day will soon have come and gone, but there's still time to relive one of the all-time greatest mother moments in sports history. Carmelo Anthony's mother, overcome with emotion, beaming with pride as her son lives his proudest moment ... and Stuart Scott antagonizing her with a microphone. What's going through her mind, Stu? Something like, "get away from me," I'd wager.

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The answers go from Dan Marino to Andy Pettite to Joe Namath to Pete Rose, who once tried to put his mack down on Lady Andrea's mom. Actually, I'm not sure that's the right term ... he sort of offered to pay her for sex. I guess Pete Rose kind of implied that Lady Andrea's mom was a whore. Which is unfortunate, because she probably isn't.

As for my mom, she was into John Elway (eh), Joe Theismann (which makes me want to take her Mother's Day gift back), and now that I think about it, she kind of had an odd thing for Rickey Henderson, too (AWESOME). Man, if things had worked out differently, I could be calling Rickey Henderson dad ... of course, he'd still be calling himself Rickey. But that's just the complex kind of relationship we'd have.

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I normally don't spend a lot of time around kids, but I was sort of forced into it yesterday afternoon. There were six or seven of the little bastards, ages four through seven ... just running around and screaming and hit each other with things, and unless you've got a tranquilizer gun and a roll of duct tape handy, there's no getting them to stop. It was maddening.

But then, nine hours later, they eventually did calm down and stopped using a rolled-up coloring book as a weapon, and started using it for its intended purpose. And they broke out the Crayolas and they made their mom a Mother's Day card, bravely ignoring their inability to spell, capitalize, or punctuate, and it just made it all ... well, actually, it still doesn't seem worth it to me. Not even close. But the mom melted like a Cadbury egg left on a dashboard on a 90-degree day. It was sweet.

Anyway, moms, I hope you enjoy your special day (the first of which was celebrated in West Fuckin' Virginia, actually). And kids, do something nice for mom ... she took you to practice, made your boo-boos all better, cleaned your dirty uniforms, and did your coach behind the dugout to get you more playing time. So if anyone calls her an astronaut, absolutely whoop their ass.