Here it is, friends, the big kahuna. It’s like when your friends sit around and say, “what are your top 30 Arnold Schwarzenegger movies?” Only instead of that, it’s me telling you the top 100 basketball players for fantasy basketball purposes.Please, blog, may I have some more?
We’ve all heard the snarky comment, those who can’t do, teach. Well, those who can’t play basketball play Small Forward. Now, both of those statements are not entirely true, and I’m really just being hateful. There are some great Small Forwards, but this position gets really weak really fast.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Derrick Rose finally returned to the court against the Knickerbockers Sunday after missing 12 games with a groin injury. That is the longest period of time someone has been incapacitated by a groin-related issue since the summer when the 13-year-old me discovered a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Yeah, you caught me. You didn’t believe it because there aren’t any grizzly bears in Memphis. Look how smart you are! ESPN readers would have tweeted the headline without thinking. Now if the headline read “Gilbert Arenas Fights Grizzly Bear In Vancouver” then you totally would have believed it.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Drew Gooden is like a cockroach. Just when you think his career is over, he resurrects in the Bucks frontcourt. Then he injures his wrist and misses some time, and you’re thinking, “the joyride is over, right?” Wrong! And then he goes and tweaks his back in his first game back on the court, which has GOT to slow him down, right?Please, blog, may I have some more?
In a season where everyone is tired and worn out, Roy Hibbert went and dropped 30 points on the lowly Hornets. If that wasn’t enough, he snagged 13 rebounds and blocked 3 shots. Dr. Hibbert put on a clinic, but like the stingy ophthalmologist who is always cutting corneas, I wouldn’t expect great things from him every game.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Never mind that the news of Andray Blatche being out for about a month brought me more joy than sadness (schadenfreude, snitches!). Also, forget that never has a surname expressed so completely my negative feelings toward a person. Skip all that noise, jack.Please, blog, may I have some more?
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?