Our favorite Hornets owner of all-time celebrates his 66th birthday today, so I thought I'd throw out a post dedicated to the main man.

Love him or hate him, he's the reason the Hornets (and therefore this website) exists, and you've got to appreciate that. Hell, if it wasn't for this team, I might be a Grizzlies fan or something. Which would suck, by the way.

So here's hoping you have a good one, George.

In other news, I've been dreaming a lot about the Hornets lately. I was running the break with Jannero Pargo on the freeway just last week. Then, last night, me and CP were ice fishing for a Bobby Phills type to fill that shooting guard spot. I'm not sure if these dreams are of any significance, but it's a curse, I tell ya. Why can't I dream about Jessica Alba and Scarlett Johansson pillow fighting in their underwear?

(Georgie's birthday alert via this HR thread.)