So I spent two weeks drinking decaf coffee and no "Mike and Mike in the Morning."  That makes me a sad panda, as I was left with a headache and no sports radio Tom foolery about which to blog.  Now I'm back, so consider this an itch to that I needed to scratch.  During my short commute, I listened to Mike Greenberg's birthday segment.  He's forty today.  Bill Walton left a clahhhsic (Who let Jim Rome type my blog?) message.  Then Grenie (Can I call you Greenie at this stage of our relationship?)  did a rundown of the famous people with whom he shares a birthday.  Greenie lamented the fact that he shared a birthday with Geri Haliwell, the least known/important Spice Girl.  In an IJWMFTT first, I rank the Spice Girls in order of importance:

Ginger Spice: Ambassador for the UN population program who did fine work in the Phillipines and Zambia.  She is also an advocate for fighting breast cancer (though who here is pro breast cancer?)

Posh Spice:  Married to the more famous David Beckham.  She also becomes less attractive with each pound lost.  Hey Vickie, the scales here are not in kilograms.  It's okay.  You aren't fat.

Scary Spice: Eddie Murphy's baby's mama.

Baby Spice: Had a kid?

Sporty Spice: There was a sporty spice?

So yeah, too bad there was no NBC special about the Haliwells coming to Zambia.  Maybe then she'd be more relevant.