(Today’s post title is for all you connoisseurs of niche comedians from the ’80s.) Stephen Jackson is hobbled, but played anyway. If you have another option, go with it, because Jackson ran up and down the court last night like Pacino at the end of ‘Dick Tracy.’ (Deep cut!) The word out of Northc’alina is that if the Bobcats lost to the Pacers (effectively wiping away their playoff hopes), Stack Jacks would be shut down for the season.

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By now you, you’re undoubtedly getting fat off the meat of yesterday’s trades. You’ve unbuttoned your trousers, leaned back hard in your chair, farted a little (admit it, you did), listened to Grandma asking if you’ve heard about “Carmen Anthony,” all while digesting that which went down and that which still might might go down in the waning moments of the trade deadline.

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For 23 years, Utah head coach Jerry Sloan won 60 percent of his games (1,221 of ‘em in the regular season), made it to the Finals twice, got knocked out in one of the first two rounds 18 other times, confused dozens of players with his occasionally incoherent, but nevertheless longwinded mumblings, and stunted the capital growth of NBA tie salesmen for almost three decades.

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