by: Adam
Pip-pip! Huzzah! Ha-cha-cha! And bully! It’s time to wake grandma up, ask her where she keeps the key to the liquor cabinet, threaten her with permanent relocation to a faraway retirement community if she doesn’t tell you where the key is, get the key, use the key, grab that $9 bottle of champagne and pop that sucker. Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
It’s been a while since you’ve angrily stared at a basketball roster and wished you could start all over … unless, you’re Dan Gilbert, in which case, not a day has gone by where this wasn’t something you did at least twice. Please, blog, may I have some more?
Remember when Han Solo was thawed from the carbonite freeze? Or when Cameron dropped the shocked-coma act in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?” Or how ’bout when R.P. McMurphy pretended to have been labotomized all to hell (before actually being lobotomized all to hell?) Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
I almost titles this entry, “Even Burt Reynolds Can’t Touch Ronny Anderson,” but I decided against it because I’m pretty sure Burt Reynolds, could, in fact, touch Ron Anderson. Anderson was selected third overall in this year’s draft, mainly as an insurance policy against either Danny Manning or Benoit Benjamin going el-busto. Please, blog, may I have some more?
The Clippers’ “other” top draft pick, Charles Smith, is averaging 18.1 pts/6.1 rbd for the maligned squad in his first three weeks. He’s started every game so far, which is nice. But he’s also committed either four or five fouls in every game so far, which has limited his production. Please, blog, may I have some more?
Week 20 in the NBA lockout brought the bleakest news yet, with the player’s union opting to disband and the owners letting them. Time to celebrate! We’ve illustrated the pattern of players jumping ship since July 1.
Despite a dearth of open roster spots overseas, I’d still expect to see a spike in players freakin’ out and going to Turkey (where most people who freak out end up) in the coming weeks. Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
Boston’s Reggie Lewis really wasn’t much of a factor last season. He averaged less than 7/2/2 as a rookie. But so far this season, he’s taken on a premiere spot on the bench and has been da bomb for Boston so far this season. Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
A couple weeks ago we looked at how the Lakers dismantled and, um, re-mantled five championship teams throughout the ’80s. Here’s a look at the shifting tides for Chicago’s first and only six championships.
I’ll keep the commentary to a minimum, but I always forget how different the first three teams were from the last three. Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
Sweet vindication! It was just a matter of time before Roy Tarpley – my evolutionary Jabbar – proved me right. 35/17/1, with a pair of steals, a pair of blocks and a sweet .652 from the field. If you rearrange Roy Tarpley, you can spell “breathtaking” (provided you also add and substitute a few letters not already found in the name Roy Tarpley). Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
Nate McMillan played 18 minutes before leaving with an as-yet unidentified leg injury. Frankly, I think it hasn’t been identified because it doesn’t exist. I think Mac wanted attention and Lord knows he wasn’t going to get it on the Supersonics – the best team that no one really wants to watch. Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
My sleeper pick in this NBA draft class was the no. 11 overall center from Vanderbilt, Will Perdue, but I’m thinking I might want to have stopped one short and taken a second look at Willie Anderson. In his first NBA game, the kid went 30/5/6. Please, blog, may I have some more?
by: Adam
The NBA’s 42nd season is all up in our collective faces; bigger and badder than ever – literally. The league has two more teams and those two teams look to give the Kings and Spurs a run for their total lack of money. Please, blog, may I have some more?
