We’ve got a bit of a Good News / Bad News situation. The Bad News is that the NBA regular season is finished, and with it, your fantasy team – rendering all your strategery as useless as a neck full of Mardi Gras beads in March.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Point guards, shooting guards and small forwards have all been accounted for. Now, call this list the “anti-small forward.” With the exception of maybe Amar’e, injuries and general suckitude didn’t dictate the direction this list took. For the record, Amar’e experienced both.Please, blog, may I have some more?
As the 2011 fantasy basketball season recedes farther back than LeBron’s hairline and teams like the Bobcats and Warriors feel like dirty puns our uncle told us before he went off to jail, let us look back fondly on the little guys – the point guards – who in this case are literally the little guys, which I can say honestly because neither Baron Davis nor Raymond Felton made the cut this year.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Well, it appears as if we’ve beaten the NBA in handing out awards for a second straight season. Now, if any of our awards coincide with the Association’s awards, I’ll be able to claim the league as a loyal Razzball reader when I solicit companies to advertise on the site. Yes, I know the voting for the NBA’s awards ended weeks ago (such as it is in a crippling, Lockout-shortened year), but did you know that the voting for these awards ended weeks ago, too?Please, blog, may I have some more?
The tally marks have been ticked. The bribes have been cashed in. The palms have all been appropriately greased. America (Ferrara) has spoken (asking us to wipe that grease off our palms before manhandling her traveling pants). And the Razzball Commenter League 2011-12 season is finito.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Well, here we are fantasy baskethoopers (<– my mentally ill uncle’s term, often sputtered out in between foul-language rants about the garbage man); the final day of your fantasy basketball season (unless you’re in a playoff format in which you did not make the finals.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Every March, the fine city of Chicago hosts a race called the Chi-diterod. It’s like Alaska’s Iditerod, but with a charitable food drive element. Also, the only huskies involved in the Midwestern team race are the super fat dudes eating knockwurst for breakfast.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Telling you to go full throttle on Marvin Williams is like telling you to go rent “Charlie’s Angels 2: Full Throttle” on Netflix. Both are stuff from the mid-2000s, both will excite you for a second but ultimately leave you feeling shallow and empty for even that momentary excitement, and both leave one wishing it had more Bill Murray.Please, blog, may I have some more?