It was straight up Godfather II, day of reckoning. I half expected Cercei to start reciting the Latin baptismal chant like Micheal Corleone.

He’s the hero New York deserves, but not a hero with knees right now.

The Knicks definitely traded Robin Lopez away to sign Dwight Howard. Next year their starting lineup is going to be Derrick Rose, Aaron Afflalo, Carmelo Anthony, Kristaps Porzingis, and Dwight Howard, and they’re gonna win 39 games and lose to the Hawks in the first round of the playoffs.

Can’t wait until they sign Dwight Howard and finally build a team to take on the 2010-11 Heat.

All I can say is that I hope you never have to put the arrogance of your words here to the test.

I’d rather have Teuvo than overpay to keep Shaw

What about Danks??

More importantly, it means Chicago gets to keep Panarin next year - as long as Bowman learns his Bickell lesson and doesn’t give Shaw an oversized deal.

I wish we could find a replacement for Shaw.

Teravainen > Shaw, and it’s not even close IMO. If that was the choice (and it sure looks that way right now) they made the wrong one.

I’d be pissed if we lost Teravainen. That kid has some great potential.

Part of the beauty of this is the strategy involved in your pick. You’re a manager, you get to decide from those three picks. “Well, I really want to catch balls on one hop like 19th century baseball, because my fielders suck ass, but the other team slaps singles all the time so they’re gonna want runs counting…

I was just in Vegas talking about whether Bill Simmons sucks now with my buddies Gonzo, Roach, and J-Shart. We all used to read him back in college when the four of us shared a house. Back then, I’d read Page 2 on my laptop while I was dropping the kids off at the pool, until freaking J-Shart would break in and drop…

I bet Mr. Stricklin will have a nice bonus from a booster for going through this interview.

Nice to see that Brother Love is still doing well enough to sit courtside.

By “bad faceoff guy” do you mean John Travolta or Nicolas Cage? Or maybe you mean John Travolta playing Nicolas Cage’s character or vice versa?

I can just see the following situation unfold:

They’re private. I’m sure he’s got a nice cushion in the name of Jesus or whatever.

His last task will be to introduce Grobe to the entire staff he retained.

The beauty of this is that the issue resolves itself. It only takes 1 or 2 long renditions to your wife detailing a video game triumph for her to learn to never ask again, because she sure as shit doesn't want to have to listen to that again!