Tonight I'm heading to the Honda Center, formerly known as the Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim, formerly known as the Anaheim Arena, for an Anaheim Ducks (formerly known as the Anaheim Mighty Ducks) game (NHL). You might also remember that the Anaheim Angels (MLB), who play across the street from the Honda Center/Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim/Anaheim Arena recently changed their name to the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Some years before that change, they had been called the California Angels.

Let's review.

1) The Anaheim Arena became the Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim which became the Honda Center.

2) The Anaheim Mighty Ducks became the Anaheim Ducks, or, the Ducks, as many call them.

3) The California Angels became the Anaheim Angels who became the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim.

Does anyone else sense that the city of Anaheim has a problem with identity?

On short notice, I'm preaching Sunday's sermon at church. Yesterday's main point was about my crotch. Interesting turn of events.

Did you hear about the astronaut who was arrested because she attempted to kidnap and perhaps murder the girlfriend of another astronaut who she loved? Me either.

And I thought astronauts were upstanding citizens as a rule. I suppose I'll have to re-evaluate my position on John Glenn.

I got X-rays on my shoulder today. What I thought was nice is that the technicians shielded me from the rays with a lead contraption. You might think that they'd guard my brain, heart, lungs, intestines, kidneys, and liver. They didn't. They guarded my crotch. Interesting choice.

I was watching the Super Bowl today when I saw something strange: someone I knew. Perry Paganelli was the back judge (i.e., one of the referees) for today's game. Mr. Paganelli, as I call him, used to be the assistant principal at Rogers High School in Grand Rapids, Michigan. When I worked at (the institution that shall not be named), he used to call and tell me to immediately come to the school and pick up students (Residents) whom he'd just expelled for doing such various things as punching people, back talking, talking back, swearing, and punching people. Once, I sat in his office; there were a lot of footballs; I got the feeling that he wished he could throw the balls at the students. Maybe I did too.

" 'I was walking down Fifth Avenue today and I found a wallet. I was going to return it, rather than keep it, but I thought: well, if I lost a hundred and fifty dollars, how would I feel? And I realized I would want to be taught a lesson.' "

" 'I ran three miles today. Finally I said, 'Fine, Lady, keep your purse.'"

--Emo Philips