Cleveland’s PF J.J. Hickson looks deathly sick really. Matter fact, the 7.1 points he averaged over the last eight games and one lonely double-digit rebound game he had in that span is enough for me to officially call his time of death: November 30.Please, blog, may I have some more?
It never fails. Every season a handful of rookies suddenly become slower, less efficient, irritable, they no longer find “South Park” funny, food no longer tastes right – even their most comfortable shirts feel itchy. Everything goes wrong. But usually all that wrong waits until the All-Star Break before rearing its ugly head.Please, blog, may I have some more?