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Favorite DBall memory is from Shack this summer:

I so wish I had a picture of him walking out of his room at the Surf Motel, hair slicked back in a pony tail, stubble darkening his jaw, shirt unbuttoned down to the navel as he strode purposefully to the car; the heel of his boot clicking against asphalt. Just then the wind picked up, ruffling his hair and fluttering his shirt. Time slowed down, and I was watching Vincent Chase in a slo-mo Entourage moment.

I half expected to see some halter-top clad groupie come staggering out of the room after him ...