With the lockout likely to linger well into October and perhaps into November, trying to preview the seasons of 30 teams that might not actually have one seems about as worthwhile as raking leaves on a windy day. But I love raking and the wind only makes it last longer.

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We’ve all seen it happen in movies – usually romantic comedies or melodramas where someone has a disease that’s slowly killing them (or perhaps romantic comedies involving terminal diseases, but those are less common) – where the male lead finds himself in a situation in which he needs to woo the female lead in some embarrassing public setting – usually involving old people on a tour or some form of walkabout.

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I hear that all your favorite NBA players are playing basketball overseas next year. I hear that all your favorite teams and all my favorite teams are holding cheerleader tryouts for the next six months. I hear that the captains of our favorite teams are all moving to Turkey and China to start hoops camps for children, or whomever, really.

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There’s a lot to like about the Grizzlies. They’re the reigning Cinderella squad of the NBA, their logo is among the best in sports, they put a great town on the league map after years of embarrassing failure and they have, not one, but two players on their team that pronounce their English names with a French accent.

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A week into the lockout and about a dozen players have already ditched the United Statesfor Europe. None bigger than Deron Williams, who agreed in principle to play with Besiktas in Turkey. As the same team also wooed Zaza Pachulia, it looks like we have a genuine European Dream Team on our hands.

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I spend an inordinate amount of time imagining what Tyler Hansbrough does with his free time. I picture a lot of paintball being involved. Maybe some fishing; a little hunting, but mostly fishing. I bet he loses his sunglasses in the water a lot when he goes fishing.

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I was sitting in the bleachers of Wrigley Field in Chicago not too long ago during a rain delay. It was pouring and I wasn’t moving. It was the first time I had ever been in the Wrigley bleachers alone. Probably the first time I had been that wet in cargo shorts, so there’s that.

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I’m not sure how it works in the NBA, but in school or places of employment, your name partly determines where you fit in. No one clique ever really has two guys with the same name. Occasionally, there would be two dudes named Brett or something, but one of them always goes by a nickname or his last name.

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Let’s just get it out of the way now: I don’t follow college basketball. Every year, a new line of freshman enter the league and I think, “It would really be helpful if I knew anything about these guys.” Then a squirrel passes outside my window or a dust particle hitting the sunlight catches my eye and I’ve already forgotten what I was just thinking about.

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