We’ve let this go on long enough; this Paul George wreckin’ crew situation. He’s killing it lately, and if he’s on your fantasy team, he’s killing it for you lately. And if he’s not on your team, you might not have noticed how he killed you lately.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Manu Ginobili broke his shooting hand and may be out as many as six weeks. Groin punch! If you drafted him, his penchant for injury is why you hesitated before doing so. And don’t act like you didn’t hesitate. You were well warned.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Point guards, shooting guards and small forwards have all been accounted for. Now, call this list the “anti-point guards.” With the exception of maybe Boozer, Jamison and Blatche, injuries didn’t dictate the direction this list took. No one here missed more than a dozen games and therefore the difference between the fifth best power forward and the 15th best is akin to the second-best PG and the fifth best PG on that list.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Toney Douglas dropped 17 points the day after he dropped 28 and I suggested you probably ought not pick him up. Do I still say you shouldn’t pick him up despite dropping three 3-pointers as part of that 17? No. Why?Please, blog, may I have some more?
I’m convinced that Rajon Rondo is the first guy off the second tier instead of the last guy off the first. He shot 1-for-10 last night, he’s shooting .377 this month, turning the ball over nearly five times a game, and bricks almost half his free throws.Please, blog, may I have some more?
There are three fantasy basketball owners out there. The kind that had Ty Lawson and threw him back into the pool, the kind that hung onto him and the kind that don’t know what a Ty Lawson is. To the first and third groups, I say, you’ve gotten what you most likely deserve.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Word ’round the campfire is that the power forward everybody loves to hate dared to whisper about a H.A.S. (high ankle sprain) ion the last 24 hours. No, Rick Mahorn wasn’t whispering anything. Rick Mahorn doesn’t whisper. He screams quietly. Different generation’s hatable PF.Please, blog, may I have some more?
LeBron James felt, for a fleeting moment, like Bruce Springsteen. A stadium full of Midwesterners wearing t-shirts with his face on it, signs requesting that he do stuff; all waiting for the man of the night to put on a show.Please, blog, may I have some more?
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?