I thought about naming this post “The Buck Swaps Here,” but then I realized that no one cares about the Bucks. Which means that Monta Ellis is dead to the NBA fan. It was a nice run. We all shared some laughs and we’ll remember the good times.

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Take a dozen games, a trade deadline and great seats to the Heat-Bulls game and what do you get? Really, peanut butter cookies? How did you get that using those ingredients? That seems impossible. What you should have gotten had you mixed it properly was one superduper tired blogger who’s going to have an update later this morning.

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Outside the NBA Lockout disappearing 16 games and the remaining 66 games being stacked on top of one another as efficiently as a Hell’s Kitchen slum, Ricky Rubio‘s injury strikes me as the saddest turn of the season. Just as the Thunder went from terrible to terrific in three seasons, it appears the same thing is happening in Minnesota.

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Just when you were starting to get to know Week 11, it peed all over your toilet seat, finished off your leftover orange chicken from the Jade Dragon, scratched all your Stooges records and drove westward toward the Pacific.  Life will never be quite the same.

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Rajon Rondo might have tweaked his ankle yesterday. I mean, he definitely tweaked it, but this is the Celtics we’re talking about and I’m not entirely sure he didn’t TV tweak it. When he was taken to the locker room in the second quarter, Paul Pierce could be overheard shouting, “that’s my boy.

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In honor of the 61st All-Star Game, we’ve compiled every professional player to ever don an all-star jersey, and sized ‘em up according to number of all-star appearances. Cap takes the all-time cake, having appeared in 18 different contests (selected in 19).

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Things after nine weeks are continuing to move with less movement than Amar’e Stoudemire going for a rebound. Only one team chute ‘n’ laddered more than 10 spots this week. Van Gundy Death Stare (which I misread as Van Gundy’s Death Star every single week) dropped 11 spots this week, which was inevitably going to happen to any team stuck with Nene, Derrick Rose, Turkoglu’s rotting corpse and the entire Pacers rotation.

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Mickael Pietrus went 16/7/2, as he got the starting nod at PF with O’Neal and Wilcox both out. It was one of those douchey bro-nods, too. Like the kind two frat guys might give one another in passing. I don’t really want to talk, but I DO want to acknowlede your existence, so I’m just going to tilt my head up quickly and then back down.

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It’s time to start calculating whether eight weeks of the best free agent left in your league pool is better than five weeks of Manu Ginobili, ’cause that looks to be the sitch, mes amis. That’s assuming those five weeks are top-notch Manu and I’m not getting that kind of vibe.

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