Well, here we are fantasy baskethoopers (<– my mentally ill uncle’s term, often sputtered out in between foul-language rants about the garbage man); the final day of your fantasy basketball season (unless you’re in a playoff format in which you did not make the finals.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Jerryd Bayless had himself one hell of a weekend. He partied with porn stars in Vegas, he won big at the craps tables, he even married Kim Kardashian, only to divorce her 20 minutes later. Oh yeah, and he had lines of 28/9/6/3/1/3 on Friday followed by 29/6/2/4/5 on Saturday.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?
Okay, I give up. I’m flabbergasted by what’s going on in New York. Just like the last rave I attended in which everyone wore furry animal suits, I don’t get it, it scares me, but here we are and I’m going to roll with it as best I can.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Leading up to last night’s game, it was fairly unclear who would make up for Danilo Gallinari‘s minutes, or if not minutes, his production. If Corey Brewer can go 16/5/3 in 7 mpg, God bless him. But he can’t, so the Nuggets are a game of Clue, right now.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Jeremy Lin started over Iman Shumpert again, which suggests three things: 1) Shumpert is still very, very raw and not ready to lead this team anywhere but downward. 2) Baron Davis will be used when he returns. Oh, yes. He will be quite used.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?
Let’s just get it out of the way now: I don’t follow college basketball. Every year, a new line of freshman enter the league and I think, “It would really be helpful if I knew anything about these guys.” Then a squirrel passes outside my window or a dust particle hitting the sunlight catches my eye and I’ve already forgotten what I was just thinking about.Please, blog, may I have some more?