With no (pro) games last night, a true fantasy killer* likely spent the entire evening alone in a dark room, with a mason jar used primarily for urine (primarily) plotting nothing else but how his final nine fantasy days are going to go. Eighty blocks ahead of the next guy? Serge Ibaka becomes less potent. […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
We’re down to the wire now. Toss your burners, Marlowe. With just 10 days left, it’s time to erase the history of what got you here and look only in your immediate future. Unless you’re planning to keep Rudy Gay for next year, dump him. Hoping Rodrigue Beaubois will come around in the final week? […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
Rajon Rondo dropped a 22/5/14 line, with no steals, but also no turnovers last night. After the game Rondo and his tender pinkie told Rick Fox in the TNT studio to tell Kobe Bryant and his tender index finger to go suck a big one when they talk to him later. Then Chris Webber earnestly […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
John Wall threw a punch at Zydrunas Ilgauskas and was ejected in the middle of the second half. What the hell was he swinging at Big Z for anyway? Ilgauskas is big. Says so right in his nickname. And he feels no pain. Says so right in his Lithuanian heritage! Wall’s the starting PG in […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
Jordan Farmar played, at least in the beginning. He ended with a sorta solid 12/4/7, with four threes line, but Avery Johnson’s egg timer went off and he realized he hadn’t gotten pissed at Jordan Farmar at all yet this season. Farmar played poor defense. But the Nets have 50 losses, so let’s assume Farmar wasn’t […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
Skiles said he’d only play Michael Redd single-digit minutes to work Redd into the swing of things. Then he played him more than 15 in his first game of the season because he realized this is Milwaukee and there is no swing. Redd took three shots, bricked them all and decided he was better off […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
Delonte West started in place of Rajon Rondo‘s nagging pinky injury. Or is it pinkie? Does it matter? You know what I mean either way. I could have typed “pinkee” and you would have accepted it. But that’s poor spelling and you ought not let me get away with lazy writing. Anyway, on to the […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
After a small hubbub over Kevin Love‘s return date, the smoke has cleared a bit and tells us that he’s still targeting Sunday as his return date. I’m not sure how smoke clearing can tell anyone anything, or whether I should have gone with kerfuffle instead of hubbub, but the point is, your Anthony Randolph […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
(Today’s post title is for all you connoisseurs of niche comedians from the ’80s.) Stephen Jackson is hobbled, but played anyway. If you have another option, go with it, because Jackson ran up and down the court last night like Pacino at the end of ‘Dick Tracy.’ (Deep cut!) The word out of Northc’alina is […]Please, blog, may I have some more?
Rudy Gay got a second opinion from Dr. Freeze who told him he was going to need surgery that would lay him low for up to six months. Speaking of Dr. Freeze, a non-baseball-related visit from Dr. James Andrews is like those weird episodes where Batman randomly helped out the Scooby-Doo gang. Familiar, but ultimately […]Please, blog, may I have some more?