No Chris Paul.
No Chris Bosh.
No Tyson Chandler.
No Jose Calderon.
No MoPete.
No way this one’s going to be pretty.
Once again, thank god for TSN2.
If I were Jack Armstrong I’d skip the game, grab Devlin by his elf-ears, and take him out for Hurricanes in the French Quarter and for late-night gravy-covered omelettes at Camellia Grill (still hands down the best omelette I’ve ever had, hands down).
