Which reminds me of Chris Duhon’s half court heave at the end of the UConn/Duke title game in ‘04.

Nah, that’s not me. The thing is, as much as I hate the Celtics, I really have absolutely nothing but great respect, dare I say admiration for Stevens, Tatum, and Horford (fuck, I just threw up a little praising something from Boston).

Yeah..... fucking hilarious. But as a fan of the loser of the series, I just have to grit my teeth and accept it.

I was just thinking about guys like Hayward and Irving when they come back healthy, or Horford, but your point is taken.

I’m kind of on the fence about the Process. I hate those that ardently defend it as though it is beyond reproach, and I also detest those who look at every little negative thing that happens to Sixers, and rejoice “See? The Process is a failure. Why can’t you do it like Milwaukee?” (loud fart noise)

The Super Bowl this February brought me a blissful sports existence that I had never known. I was actually happy for once. I didn’t have an intense hatred of all opposing teams, players, and fans (especially Boston) and I figured that the Super Bowl had done the trick. It seemed to actually work. One Super Bowl and my…

I guess his bone fragments were relegated out of his body.

Looks like the Birds have cornered the market on draft oddities over the years. A freestyle skier, a firefighter, and now a rugby player.

Rainy Day Woman #12 & 35

Retro Rondo “really respects” ref’s regimen regarding repulsive roaming.

Sandra Bullock and Julia Roberts should star in the Hollywood production of this headline.

He learned from watching Vin Baker. Too many shots will kill a career.

Bill is spelled B-I-L-L, not B-E-N.

Trace with a “Y”??

Well, if he gets fired, he could shack up with Jim Tomsula. I’m sure Jimbo would love to acquire raccoon tracking skills.

The more I read this, it’s like if Rachel Phelps (Loria) had been successful in getting hundreds of millions out of her ballclub and then sold it to a former player who was left holding all of the baggage.

Speaking of vile dookies, I had half a bottle of whiskey, and some late night Taco Bell last night.

We could go jacket shopping....

Abso-fucking-lutely.