Today is the day to use the word 'scrapbook' as a verb.

You know you want to sound off on Thanksgiving. Don't be afraid. In fact, Steve D. will sound off on you if you don't sound off yourself. Write it up and send it here.

Dear NBA Commissioner David Stern:

I may be in the minority, but I am writing to protest the rest-of-the-season suspension imposed upon Ron Artest for the Pistons/Pacers/fans kerfuffle from a few nights ago.

In the middle of a melee, Ron understandably lay down on the scoring table. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe he was tired. Maybe he just felt like it. But then he got hit with the largest injustice of them all: a cup full of ice.

Other than running into the stands and punching people, how else was he to defend himself? What if people started throwing other things, like popcorn or ticket stubs? What if people started calling him names? He's flesh and blood, Mr. Stern. Flesh and blood.

I feel bad for Ron. It's going to be lonely for him, sitting out the rest of the season at home. Hopefully, he can make his NBA salary up until now stretch to meet his bills and such; I must say I think it's disgusting that you will not pay him for not playing. He's a basketball player, for god's sake. Fortunately, though, this will give him more time to work on his rap album, which I'm really looking forward to, and hopefully will bring him some extra cashola.

Anyway, I just think it's a shame, the way our professional athletes get treated in this day and age. Please reconsider your penalty. I bid you good day. PS. By the way, when did you change the name of Charlotte's team from the Hornets to the Bobcats? That's weird.