It’s the playoffs, people. That time of the year where all your hard work could either pay off or come crashing down all over your face with the weight of a thousand Shaquille O’Neals. That time of year where your forsake family, friends and all other personal relationships, slaving over your lineup each and every day just for the satisfaction of winning the moderate $80 league you have going with your buddies from college.

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Wade’s out. Rip’s out. Stuckey’s out. Tyrus is out (again). Thornton My Side was out. Lawson is day-to-day. Hawes slammed his back and left after 10 minutes last night. Curry remains out. Beasley’s status was downgraded. Granger went from missing time due to food poisoning to foot poisoning,  marking the first typo-related injury in NBA history.

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Trailing hot on the heels of yesterday’s Manu news (Manunus!) that he will be watching basketball from incredibly fantastic courtside seats for the next two months while wearing a $5,000 suit like the rest of us insanely wealthy society folk, comes the follow-up jab-cross-jab-hammer combo that Memphis forward Zach Randolph is also out a couple months with a slight tear in his knee.

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