Maybe it was because I begged. I was so sure that this year’s NBA season was a lost cause that when the news was announced that a tentative agreement between the players and owners had been reached, I let out the kind of squeal usually reserved for 12-year-old daddy’s girls who’ve just gotten a… Continue reading ‘NBA Season Has Me Feeling Like Third-Grader’
I will beg. I am not a man. I have no pride. I don’t care. I will get down on my knees in a dirty puddle on a street corner and sob and weep and plead until snot clings to my upper lip and drool escapes the corners of my mouth to collect at the… Continue reading ‘Please, Please, Please End the NBA Lockout’
I am freaking out. Even while the U.S. government teeters on the verge of default–as Treasury Secretary Tim Geithner put it, an “unthinkable” occurrence that would almost immediately freeze up credit, create massive bank runs and send unemployment soaring over 20%–there more terrible things to fear. Like for instance, there may not be an NBA… Continue reading ‘NBApocalypse Draws Nigh’