Red Hot

Last night my sister came into my room and was all, "The basketball game is sooo good!" and I was all, "Excuse me but I am trying to catch up on 'Glee' and since when do you care about basketball?" And she kind of "Humpfed" and stomped out of my room, walked two feet through our "kitchenette" and slammed her door. Typical Thursday night in the Bueller household. Except now I kind of wish I was watching the game with her, because apparently Flea, who I've had a crush on since I was wearing flannel and black Converse (which could have been yesterday, come to think of it), was there. And he is still all kinds of awesome, if not additional kinds of awesome as evidenced per the photo above (courtesy of gawker.com courtesy of Getty).