As the Lockout talks yielded fewer results than I would have liked over the weekend – and because it’s more painful to look toward the future on a day NBA training camps would normally be starting than to write about the past – I’ve instead begun preparing for a Razzball season filled with vintage fantasy basketball circa 1990.

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Well … just when I was getting jazzed about Roger Mason Jr. admitting his Twitter wasn’t hacked, Chris Kaman claiming he had inside information that we’d get a full season, the amnesty consensus among owners, Capitol Hill’s slow but sure involvement and perhaps even the player’s most powerful agents conspiring in the background, everything seemed to be moving forward – maybe, possibly.

Please, blog, may I have some more?

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.

Please, blog, may I have some more?