You missed the part about the black eye.

Wow, check this out.

It's starting to look like, yep, Percy was a colossal dickhead, and he was constantly needling Russ to give him the ball. To the point that Russ was off his game. Still, WTF.

That's what John Clayton just said, too. That STILL doesn't make any sense.

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Friction with the coaching staff? That doesn't even make sense. After the DAL game I'd have friction with Bevell too. And I don't care HOW bad a guy's attitude is, you don't trade mid-season like this. Even if Russ lost his mind and demanded a world-changing contract they'd still wait till the end of the season.

A couple comments down was one of my first thoughts....would we be freeing up cap space for a follow-up trade? I mean, I'm just trying to figure this out. I've been wearing this screwfaced look for the past twenty minutes and it's starting to get tiresome.

Dude. I feel like Brad Pitt at the end of Seven. I need Morgan Freeman to gently place me in the back of a squad car.

My perspective is relentlessly positive. Borderline maniacal. Thanks for the armchair psychology lesson though. On a related note, YOU may want to consider that you have an insufferable superiority complex, and that maybe you insert your opinion when it's not needed or wanted. Do you do this in real life? Do you have…

Steeleye Span. Keep it movin.'

FUGGIT let's get BUSY.

MY JAM.

I used to be the definition of FAT. I was a fat kid. While all my friends were getting laid for the first time, I wasn't, but I WAS pretending like it didn't bother me, when it actually was wrecking my entire worldview. I began to obsess about finally having sex. It drove me crazy. I didn't have sex for the first time…

Haha. Thanks Doctor Phil. I'll pull myself up by my bootstraps while I'm at it.

Oh but I fall asleep on the bus covered in Carlo Rossi and somehow I'm the social pariah.

One time I was really hungover at a friend's house, and this particular friend and house were of the party varieties, so neither were ever in the best condition. Anyway, we had been drinking all night and I woke up feeling like butthole. I swore I was going to fight off puking, and I was actually managing it pretty…

I watched the opening ten minutes of the new Red Dawn. It is no good.

OH! Okay. You got an email address?