Lat time we checked in, the guy from In LeBron We Trust was getting his chest waxed, just No 1 on his list of 23 crazy things he plans to do to show how much he wants LeBron to stay in Cleveland.

Dude's gotten some press after that, appearing on ESPN and landing in the Plain Dealer's sports coverage.

So time to tackle a second batshit crazy and pointless exercise in pain for the King.

This time, brushing his teeth with insanely hot hot sauce.

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Tiger Woods returned to golf at the Masters and the only hint of heckling came from an airplane that flew over the course on Thursday pulling a, "Tiger, did you mean bootyism?" banner.

There were to be more banners, of course, but by some coincidence, the FAA decided to inspect the plane that had been contracted to fly the banners and found some "mechanical issues" that led them to ground it. Of course.

The guy who was paid to make the banners happen? Jim Miller, who runs his business out of Genoa, OH. The Atlanta Journal Constitution caught up with him.

"I'm just hired to do other people's ideas," said Jim Miller, owner of Air America Aerial Ads in Genoa, Ohio. “But it increased my business.

"I had envisioned there would be a lot of heat, but not this much."

Even as the Federal Aviation Administration was grounding his plane, Miller said, “I had people willing to contribute” to the cost of flying more banners over Augusta National while Tiger Woods was playing in the Masters

According to the story, there were to be four more banners. Two of them ended up actually seeing the air... two days after the Masters ended — “Tiger: Still on for 4some? Jesse James” and "You knew Stevie. You knew.”

So if you have a public figure to mock with airplane banners, or maybe an ex that you want to embarrass in the middle of their company picnic at Cedar Point, I highly recommend calling Air America Aerial Ads. If it's good enough to mock Tiger...

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(UPDATE: Head to this link for the full view.)

In case you're not a regular reader of Real Cavs Fans, Glen and company announced that the LeBron billboard, the one they've been collecting funds for over the last year, will soon be unveiled. While the location isn't official yet, nor the day it will be installed, Glen did provide this snippet of a view of what it will look like. For anyone familiar with Glen's work at LeBron 2010 and I Love the Hype, it should come as no surprise that this design, or at least what little of it that we can see, looks pretty sharp.

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For years, visitors have left mitts, balls, bats and other assorted paraphernalia of America's pastime at Ray Chapman's grave at Lake View Cemetery. The remembrances are propped against his headstone, left in honor of the only major leaguer in history to die from being beaned by a pitch.

A short stroll toward the Euclid Gate at Lake View, right near the office, lies a man who suffered the same fate but had gotten none of the recognition, until last week.

Charles "Cupid" Pinkney also died after a beaning, on September 14, 1909, but Pinkney played for the minor-league Dayton Veterans, and few know anything about him.

Last September, Plain Dealer reporter John Campanelli memorialized Pinkney on the 100th anniversary of his death.

Campanelli's story concluded: "Cupid's grave is about a half-mile west, section 25, lot 138. It's difficult to find. He has no headstone." An anonymous donor later remedied that, so last Saturday, 101 years after the fact, Pinkney was finally recognized with a headstone in a ceremony attended by about 40 people, including Pinkney's relatives, a few fans and some baseball historians.

Campanelli read "A Tribute to Charles Pinkney," a poem by W.L. Connors that appeared in the Dayton Daily News three days after Pinkney's death. The final stanza reads: "The Umpire of the Game of Life/Has called a fav'rite player out/ And stilled with grief ev'ry Voice/ That yesterday was wont to shout."

Besides spurring this final tribute, the PD article also put to rest some of the myths that had floated around Pinkney's family for years.

As the stories went among the distant relatives, Pinkney was all set to sign a contract with the Cleveland Naps, and his mother was waiting that night to throw him a party. As it turns out, the Naps may have had some interest, but no deal was imminent, and although there was a party at Pinkney's mother's house that night, the party was in Cleveland, not Dayton, and it wasn't a celebration for Charles.

Bruce Pinkney, a great grandnephew, and others reminisced about the tall tales Saturday after the unveiling of the headstone. Propped against it was a team picture of the Tellinger baseball club, an independent squad for which Charles and his brother George had both played. The picture spent time in the basements and on the walls of various relatives through the years, and some would look at it and say, "Hey, that's grandpa George up there. Who's that other guy with the same name?" And someone would tell the story of the aspiring major leaguer who died playing the game.

Reverend Ralph Fiota closed the ceremony with a benediction that invoked Field of Dreams. "Look closely," he said. "There is Ray Chapman, shortstop for the 1920 Cleveland Indians. Next to him is Charles Pinkney for the 1909 Dayton Veterans. A perfect double-play combination. Both now play in the field of honor. Not in a cornfield in Iowa, but here at Lake View Cemetery."

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Delonte West stopped at a KFC for some delicious late-night chicken sustenance last year. KFC was running a little slow that night, so Delonte had to wait with his passenger in the car and kill some time. They rapped, they filmed it, it went super-viral.

That golden five-minutes has really provided endless fun — t-shirts, imitation raps, and the phrase, "Hot sauce in my bag," which was uttered by every Cavs fan in social settings for at least three weeks after the vid hit the web.

And it continues to be the gift that keeps giving. Head over to this link and pick up your free "Hot sauce in my bag," ringtone. Bonus points if you art at a KFC drive thru and play it for the workers.

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