Oh, so the NBA can out a flopper and fine him, but a coach can't? A little Stern, I'd say.

You could burn Jim Rome in the time it takes Sergio to finish fiddling with his grip.

Oh, he can outrun the cops. He just can't remember his routes.

So, a kid is rousted by some over-zealous cop from a drunken stupor, and gets s chokehold for not being responsive enough? Big man with a badge.

Whoa. My Deja Vu got Deja Vu reading these posts. Is the repeated posts a glitch on my end, or somebody's idea of whatever somebody's idea is?

Your strong opinions about the lives of others makes me (and your Mom) worry about the direction of your own life. And I mean that with the utmost in unsincerity.

Marky Mark will always be the Boston guy convicted of a hate crime, a bad actor in ever sense, and had the special effects unit in Boogie Knights build him a blurry dick.

It isn't the numbers, but the timing and selectivity of what player gets the foul that seems way out of line to this objective enjoyer of the game.

You know what I got my Mom? She's an 87-year-old ringer coveted by old lady card clubs because she just wins, baby. Hearts, Bridge, Coal-Miner—name it. But I bought the highest recommended "Bicycle Cards" that can be kinda avant, and Goth, and are made in 'Merica and often collected as collectibles. And they are…

Well, at least she assumed the position in the first place.

Coupla a years ago, the NYT had one of their ground-breaking investigative pieces (it also could have been the equally haughty WSJ) about NHL players increasingly getting cosmetic dental surgery to enhance their marketing appeal. They realized it was better to look like a Hanson Brother than a Hansen Brother.

It's more the timing and type of fouls, and the personnel involved, that's more glaring that overall, series-wide numbers. I'm watching games and reflexively jumping out of my seat at some of this shit, and I had no preference going in (being from Detroit).

He's gonna be back on the ice, this time with a huge chip on his shoulder. Or somewhere.

Good question. I wonder of Stern has the stones to punish Miami's abuse of the no-flopping rule.

If you watched the second game on TNT, Barkley did a brutally surgical breakdown of the techs and flagrants that took the Bulls out of the game. And I'm not even a Bulls fan. This was shades of Sacramento versus LA. Sure, stars get the calls. But this was beyond ridiculous.

I find the technicality that Jordon actually didn't get a degree much less offensive than the fact that Tim Donaghy is back, and reffing the Bulls-Heat games. Tonight was an abomination.

Didn't anybody watch the Bulls-Heat game? It isn't news that Tim Donaghy is back officiating? Jesus Christ! I don't even have a horse in that race, but the pro-Miami calls have been off-the-charts atrocious.

Still, he mastered the hell out of the motherfucking Princeton offense.

Sigh. As Freud said, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Kudos on smoking that one out. But I'll be honest: Eddie Jordan is awesome and PR departments are usually staffed by shitheads.