John Calipari to the Lakers: More than a rumor, more than a rumor to me

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I love a good rumor. Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t subscribe to The Globe or The Enquirer… although I do give them a quick thumb-through for shits and giggles while standing in line at the supermarket.  Hey, if one Continue reading

Tiger’s back?

Tiger's back

Tiger Woods has pulled out of this year’s Masters, an event he has won four times and the most coveted and prestigious championship in all of professional golf. At 38 years old, we don’t know how long it will take Continue reading

Bad teams! Bad!

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“That’s right, that’s right.  We bad!  Uh huh!” -Richard Pryor, Stir Crazy, 1980 We’ve talked a lot about fandom over the past few months, more specifically when it is acceptable for sports fans to switch allegiances and what rights we Continue reading

When good is bad: No flash in the pan for the Indiana Pacers

This post is for the casual basketball fan, not the over-eager basketball jones like me but the one who tunes in to only a few games a year, knows a few big named players and can probably pick LeBron, Kobe Continue reading

Dwight Howard shits, gets off pot; now Houston’s problem

And finally, it’s over. Like the armful of heavy grocery bags we struggle to carry up three flights of stairs to ultimately rest on our kitchen countertop, our burden has finally been relieved.  Dwight Howard has a home and that Continue reading

Tiger, Sergio, fried chicken and misplaced racism

“You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not to serve fried chicken next year. Got it? Or collard greens or whatever the hell they serve.”

And the winner of our second annual NBA Predict the Future Contest is…

All good things must come to an end.  That includes my second annual NBA Predict the Future contest.  Once again, this year’s results came down to the wire with us, in the end, declaring a brand new champion.

Down and Out in Beverly Hills: The Disruptive Influence of a Tweeting Mamba

We’ve all been there before, driving around town behind the wheel of our sedans, looking for our intended destination with a carful of passengers, when one of those passengers, the loud-mouth know-it-all in the back, begins shouting out directions.