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Welcome to Toronto, Kobe! Thanks for bringing the sunshine along for the ride! As you can see we’re having a wee bit of snowfall in Ontario today, but I’m not bitter, no! I love soaked socks, frozen snot, and dry, cracked skin. (Why do I live here?) Let’s begin today by entering a new word…
You know those fancy upper-crust masquerade soirées where everyone wears those little velvet pastel-colored Phantom of the Opera masks so that they can wander anonymously through the crowd? And the beautiful-on-the-inside (read: ugly) common chambermaid, who’s stolen her passed-out employers outfit, slips on her gown and mask (which fit perfectly) whereby she summons up…
CCCRRRRACCCCKKKKK! Thats sound you heard echoing from the southwestern tip of Ontario was the breaking of a fanbase’s collective heart. True, we didn’t deserve to win this game, and true, we got lucky on more than one occasion, but deep down (above the beer gut and behind your man-boobs) we all felt like somehow, some…
Gilbert. Caron. Antawn. That’s a formidable three, right up there with those guys in Boston (Powe, Posey, and Scalabrine). So when Gibby went down, Washington was supposed to drop faster than an Israeli hand-glider over Gaza. So what the hell are they doing a mere .5 games behind us in the conference standings? Well, Caron…
Congrats. You guys seem to be back to beating teams you’re supposed to beat. – Matt M. aka “the Linkmaster” from Hardwood Paroxysm. We had a better percentage in every offensive statistic, more boards, more assists, more steals, more blocks, and less turnovers. That’s a pretty decisive asskicking. When was the last time we heard…
I know! I couldn’t believe it either! I’ll take credit for this one. In my game day post I all but guaranteed a Boston victory. Of course, it was just a little inverse motivation (I don’t think reverse psychology is the correct term). Lo and behold, it worked! So while the ‘media’ and the…
Did he really think his shoes would be more comfortable than his carry-on? Stuck at the airport…flight’s delayed (what did I do with my delay? Click here to find out!) Usually, this would have been the perfect time for me to begin draft one of my stern and profane phillipic to Westjet corporate. But today,…
Tonight’s win will mean little if we don’t win tomorrow. – The Arsenalist That pretty much sums up today’s game against Philly. I only half-watched yesterday’s game (the 4pm start is smack in the middle of me hectic vacation schedule) but saw Anthony Johnson* deliver one of those 1980’s WWF tap-tap shoudler drops on Jose’s…
(Posting may be light over the next couple days because I’d rather be sitting in the sun than typing out game notes…can you blame me?) Now THAT’S the type of game BC was dreaming of while startching his collars and assembling this roster. Crisp ball movement, aggressive paint play, and decisive decisions made this guy…
Dude, what the FUCK??? I just wrote a long, scathing post outlining every biased, unfathomable call the “professionals” with the whistles mad tonight. I click “save”, and it asks me for my password. I enter it, and all my words are GONE! I don’t have to explain how frustrating this is. This is even more…
For the record, I totally know the difference between ‘concession’ and ‘succession’… If you missed it (I’m gonna try to get the clip to post on the site), I sound like a Scandinavian eunic on the radio. That medium is not for everyone, boy. Moments after I got off-air, I had the following exchange with…
“Scrapping is what we’ve been able to do this season and tonight, we got outscrapped.” – Nate McMillan, while feeding Brandon Roy his post-game grapes. She, like, totally LOVES scrappiness and stuff! How often can we honestly say we outscrapped someone? Four games a season? GREAT effort this afternoon. Prior to the game someone must…