We’re down to the final four days before shizz gets real. Click to embiggen and try not to throw stuff at your computer screen in frustration.Please, blog, may I have some more?
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.Please, blog, may I have some more?
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?
Yeah, the lockout news hasn’t gotten any better – just more plentiful.
Please, blog, may I have some more?
Firstly, Raise a glass (or a highball if you’re reading this in the offices of Sterling, Cooper, Draper, Price) in honor of Razzball Basketball, which turns a year old today. It’s been a long ride. It’s been approximately 365 days – which I think everyone can agree is a long time to be a-ridin’.Please, blog, may I have some more?
I don’t care much for travel writing and care much less for travel writing brought about because of economic negotiations. But with the summer dragging on and basketball (fantasy or otherwise) nowhere near starting, I might as well write about it as simply as I can … with colors and shapes!Please, blog, may I have some more?
It feels like everyone in the league is hopping over to Besiktas, Anadolu Efes, or Zhejiang or, at least, planning on doing so. Below is a look at where the league stands as of midnight on Friday…Please, blog, may I have some more?
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.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?
As I peeled myself off the linoleum floor, sucked down the last few drops of last night’s Bitburger beer and licked the crusted schnitzel off my fingertips, the memories of last night’s NBA Finals celebration reignited in my mind. Dirk is a champion.Please, blog, may I have some more?