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Gilbert Arenas=Father of the Year

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With Arenas out for the year, it looks like Gilbert has settled into a rhythm of a blog every Friday night.  In keeping with this routine he came out with a new blog entry today.  I find it kind of odd he'd have have it come out today considering the big announcement is tomorrow, but maybe he has something planned.  

In this entry, he mostly just updates his progress with rehab and why he hates the trainer's room.  He also talks about his team's chances coming back home to try and even the series with the Cavs in D.C.  The real nugget of this blog was the story he told about his daughter:

I did something bad yesterday. It wasn't bad, but it was either me or her ...

I dropped by daughter.

I had my daughter in my arms and I was ready to go put her to bed because she was sleeping. But I was just outside first because I forgot to put my breaks on in my car. So it was wet outside and I only had on my house slippers and they were wet when I came back in the house.

When we got to the stairs I slipped, and you know, my left leg can't bend. So it was either both of us stumble down the stairs, or drop her.

So I had to drop her.

She's OK. She dropped on her butt first.

She was maddddd - she didn't cry though - but she was mad. You know, I play around with her and throw her around so much all day that she don't cry anymore.

Like - I've never seen anything like it - she'll run and fall and hit her head on something and have all these big knots and she just walks around like it's nothing.

You know, you never want to drop your kid, but it was like, "Awwwww, sorry honey."

It was at the top of the stairs and I just stepped on the wood and my right leg slipped up, and if I had continued holding her we both would have just fallen backwards down the stairs.

So I just dropped her on her butt and grabbed the railing.

It was scary last night, but it was funny this morning.

And then there's my son, Alijah.

He's just laying there. That's all he does.

Sleeping during the day, keeping everybody up during the night.

He doesn't really do much. He's much quieter than my daughter was at that age.

I call her a demon child. She's possessed. Put it like this, she has my personality and my energy at that age, we'll just say that.

She gets up at three in the morning and wants to talk. I'm like, "Uh uh, no way."

She'll be like, "Basketball!"

I'm like, "No, no. You can't see the basketball at night."

She'll be like, "Basketball! Basketball!" She'll call for it.

I'm like, "No, the basketball doesn't hear you."

Make sure to check out the whole thing here.