Michael Craig's Journal

I just learned from my movie producer, Eric Gladstone - doesn’t it sound cool to refer to another human being as “my movie producer”? - that I have been responsible for yet another marriage break-up. According to TMZ.com, Pamela Anderson announced earlier today that she is divorcing her husband of four months, Kid Rock.

It’s all my fault.

On November 13, just two weeks ago, I wrote about the demise of her web site, PamelaPoker.com, once a part of the Doyle Brunson Poker Network. (Incidentally, if you want to play poker with people who jumped on the internet-poker bandwagon because of Pamela Anderson, you can find them at this site.) I single-handedly drove a wedge between them, pointing out how Anderson’s most secret thoughts in her diary extolling online poker were eerily similar to those appraising her new hubby.

Chillingly - thoughtlessly - I ended the journal entry with a warning for the newest cowboy to try to tame Pamela Anderson: “Rock, you might want to keep your bags packed.” 

I shudder to think of the argument that started. And it ends 14 days later, with their marital blood on my hands. I wonder if Pam was watching me at that final table last night, imagining that $20,000 I won as our grubstake for a new tomorrow. Together.

I know now what I have to do. I have to offer myself on the sacrificial altar of Pamela Anderson’s twisted love life. Sure, I could give her a shoulder to cry on, a comforting voice to talk with - but let’s face what’s obvious to anyone who has read Anderson’s diary. Pam don’t communicate with words. She’s an action gal.

My only hope is that I can help make things better. Or get her to let me film us, with the promise that no one will ever see it.

This entry was posted on Monday, November 27th, 2006 at 3:24 pm and is filed under My favourites:.