I hear that all your favorite NBA players are playing basketball overseas next year. I hear that all your favorite teams and all my favorite teams are holding cheerleader tryouts for the next six months. I hear that the captains of our favorite teams are all moving to Turkey and China to start hoops camps for children, or whomever, really.

Please, blog, may I have some more?

With no real basketball on this weekend, now is as good of a time as any to sit back, relax, fall asleep, wake up all pissy that you fell asleep mid-afternoon, woke up when it was dark and now you don’t know whether you’re comin’ or goin’, decide that Razzball is as good of a way as any to re-center your brain and look at some player comparisons of like-skilled fantasy options.

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Amidst all the tomfoolery, rigmarole and other old-timey adjectives my grandfather uses when he throws his shoulder out churning his Victrola, connected with the pending blockbuster trade that need not be discussed until it is official, a story likely to get lost in the shuffle is Cleveland’s loss of yet another roster bulwark (another grandpappy word) Anderson Varejao.  Having only played one game since Christmas, Varejao will miss the remainder of the season with a torn foot tendon.

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There must be some nudie pics of Pacers owner Herb Simon floating around GM David Morway’s home somewhere. I’m also convinced nudie pics of Morway are floating around in Jim O’Brien’s house. How else do you explain the clusterfudge of poor decisions being made in IndianapoLoss this season and every one of the last four?

Please, blog, may I have some more?