Caught a couple of seconds of Dolans Unscripted on CNN this morning, where everybody’s favorite power duo was interviewing kajillionaire Mark Cuban and complimenting him on his blog, blog maverick. So I decided to check the dude's online crib out, partly because my dog needed to dry after his shampoo but mostly because I was curious why a kajillionaire would waste his time blogging when he could be doing whatever it is kajillionaires do. But then I thought, hell, I haven't let that stop me...
Anyway, you really owe it to yourself to check out Cuban's site, particularly for his post entitled "It was 7 years ago today…", which captures in breathless, fly-on-the-wall detail his thrilling retelling of that day seven years ago (hence the title) when he became a kajillionaire. To my great delight, it answered so very many questions I didn't realized I wanted answered.
Such as: How on Earth did Mark Cuban come up with the tail number for his private plane? (Turns out the number is "718", which is the day his company Broadcast.com went public and he became a kajillionaire.) Also: How could Mark Cuban have been so wrong as to guess that his newly-issued stock would close in the mid-30s on that first day when it actually ended up closing in the low 60s? (Turns out Mark Cuban’s just a humble, cautious kind of guy, I guess.) Or: When was the exact moment Mark Cuban realized he'd entered the hallowed ranks of the world's kajillionaires? (By my reckoning, it was sometime between 12:30 and 1 PM of that very same day, give or take an hour – wish I could be more specific but the timeline he provides is kinda sketchy.) What was Mark's "oh shit" moment? (Answer: When he realized people weren't buying his stock just “to be nice” to him and that “going public wasn't a reason to relax.” Reading that, incidentally, provided me with my own personal “oh shit” moment, because I suddenly saw the mistake I had made when I went public. Idiot that I am, I took the occasion of my initial public offering to kick back, have farting contests in the Jacuzzi and drink tequila shots out of the belly-buttons of high-priced "rented" escorts -- behavior I now see obviously cost me countless kajillions.) And finally: Was it easy for Mark Cuban to fly home from Wall St. on the morning after he became a kajillionaire? (No, it wasn’t. Turns out, he had a bad hangover and his head throbbed.)
Anyway, check out the site. Hope I haven't given away too many of the good parts.
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