Maybe I’m bad luck and every time I post there are a bunch of guys who get injured. Or maybe this season is just too whacky. Whatever the case may be, there was alot of players who didn’t play last night due to injuries or some other reason.Please, blog, may I have some more?
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.Please, blog, may I have some more?
When they rewrite the story of the Lockout-shortened 2011-12 NBA season, the first thing they better mention is the shocking number of disposable players that came from out of the shadows and into the light. Rubio, Lin, Green, Jenkins, Robinson, Mullens, and on and on and on, until you get to J.J.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Mickael Pietrus went 16/7/2, as he got the starting nod at PF with O’Neal and Wilcox both out. It was one of those douchey bro-nods, too. Like the kind two frat guys might give one another in passing. I don’t really want to talk, but I DO want to acknowlede your existence, so I’m just going to tilt my head up quickly and then back down.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?
As I peeled myself off the linoleum floor, sucked down the last few drops of last night’s Bitburger beer and licked the crusted schnitzel off my fingertips, the memories of last night’s NBA Finals celebration reignited in my mind. Dirk is a champion.Please, blog, may I have some more?
One more night. I know I’ve got a long summer filled with postseason rankings ahead of me. Not to mention keepers, sleepers, rookies, lockout news, more lockout news, Ron Artest-is-bored-and-crazy news, Greg Oden-is-progressing-and-looking-forward-to-a-lockout-shortened season news, Hey-is-that-Luke-Ridnour?-Why-is-he-even-in-this-state-much-less-at-my-laundromat-news, preseason rankings, and the inevitable process of writing about fantasy basketball if there is no real basketball.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Perennial first-rounder Chris Paul slammed his noggin yesterday, hit the ground with a stillness that silences crazed stadiums, was carted off the court amid extended hush and finally gave a thumbs up to signify … that his hand wasn’t paralyzed, I guess.Please, blog, may I have some more?
Okay, so you saw GrizzMaster Gay shoot a pair of free throws, clutch his shoulder and leave the game for good on Tuesday. You went to bed worried that your team’s second-best player was done for the year. You dreamed about it.Please, blog, may I have some more?
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.Please, blog, may I have some more?