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?

Troy Murphy signed with the Celtics, who seem to be gunning for the all-time record of broke-down NBA big men. Erick Dampier feels like he should be on this team. You get the feeling Rajon Rondo spends most of his free time Skyping kids his own age during road trips while the rest of the Celtics roster goes out to see “The King’s Speech” for the third time?

Please, blog, may I have some more?

By now you, you’re undoubtedly getting fat off the meat of yesterday’s trades. You’ve unbuttoned your trousers, leaned back hard in your chair, farted a little (admit it, you did), listened to Grandma asking if you’ve heard about “Carmen Anthony,” all while digesting that which went down and that which still might might go down in the waning moments of the trade deadline.

Please, blog, may I have some more?