There I was: settled in for a long evening of basketball-related entertainment, when all of a sudden my Twitter and my Tumblr and my Facebooks erupted alerting me to not only the announcement of the new Springsteen album in March, but that the first single was already here.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Upon occasion – especially while watching the Wizards – I think to myself, “Self? You could do better than these guys, right? Sure, you’re not as tall as most of these guys and you have trouble going to your left, you tend to get wheezy after just a couple laps up the court, your sweat makes people not want to talk to you, you choke on the gum you’re chewing 3/4 of the possessions, and your on-court communication consists mostly of reciting lines from ‘White Men Can’t Jump,’ but still, the Wizards are awful.” Now I know you think it’s weird that I address myself as Self, but if I didn’t do that how would I know who I’m talking to?Please, blog, may I have some more?
Remember on Wednesday when we went over the top 10 for 2011 fantasy basketball? We read, then laughed, then cried a little, then snorted after a failed attempt at holding in additional crying, which led to an unfortunate snot bubble, which led to my snickering at your snot bubble.
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?
I’ll mention Jordan Crawford a bit later. Like 105 words from now. Depending on the size of your browser, you can probably see his name below. If you’re reading on an iPhone, maybe not. If you’re reading on a Blackberry, I’m pretty sure your law firm would be pissed if they knew you were reading Razzball during deliberations, Poindexter.Please, blog, may I have some more?
It never fails. A guy gets a bunch of hubbub around him, defenders start playing tougher, nastier, they’re more attentive. Suddenly that guy doesn’t seem as good. His shine’s worn off. He’s mortal. It happened with George Bronski, Cleevis Hush, Hooper Weintraub and now it’s happening to Kevin Love.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Atlanta’s Al Horford was at shootaround sometime around 2 pm. Then he decended into the locker room, and came out for his game against the Sixers a last-second scratch. This can only mean one of three things, 1) Horford wanted a day off and Atlanta greatly underestimated Louis Williams’ desire to shoot every ball that is passed to him, 2) Horford tweaked something in or around his body, or c) Al Horford is in love with Darius Songaila.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Well, you knew it was coming. Everyone warned you. You hoped the few games he missed in December counted as the Dreaded Camby Injury of 2010. It didn’t. And you knew it. He plays center for the gal-durned Portland Frailblazers for garshed sakes.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Stephen Curry ended his season averaging 26.4/6.4/8.1 in April and he catapulted to many pre-season top 10 lists (not this one). Halfway through this season – and coming off two lackluster, foul-plagued games – Curry is averaging 18.2/3.4/5.9, has missed eight games due to foot injuries, and it feels like Curry’s a … not a bust, exactly, but a bit of a disappointment.Please, blog, may I have some more?