Today, or rather, tonite, I'm going to write about the Crocodile Hunter, Steeve Irwin, because the earlier in the day I was doing my favorite sport (Chanel surfing) and saw his daughter's show and it reminded me of the good ole' days of where I watched his shows and went out and caught gardener snakes in my backyard. When he died, I remember I think I was actually saddended by the loss of a television person. I always thought of fhim as being one of the coolest guys in the world, capturing snakes, alligators and any other dangerous animals he would come across, and teaching the world about them. I don't know if he ever was a cristian, but something tells me he never had the chance to expierance the love of the Lord.