The Denver Nuggets.Continue reading “Here’s My Problem With…”
The way we talk about tanking.Continue reading “Here’s My Problem With…”
The (un)true story of how one Atlanta Hawks player came to realize his basketball destiny.Continue reading “Coming Off the Bench”
It’s August, and that means it’s the worst month of the year. It’s hot. It’s long. It’s on the ‘towards the end of summer’ side of the summer-break time continuum and not ‘in the middle of summer’ or ‘at the beginning of summer’. There are no federal holidays. February can also fuck right the fuck off, but August is the worst. Baseball is boring af and has the least amount of drama. With so many games, literally anything could happen, but it happens so slowly it’s like if you had to watch a time-lapse video of a plant growing in real time. The NFL is in the preseason and the only news is who got hurt or who is protesting. The NBA, of course, is in its dead season.
Congratulations everyone. You did it. All the quote tweets, all the official statements, the press releases, they were all worth it. It’s now a proven fact: LeBron James > Donald Trump.
Oh, you thought this was going to be a post about Villanova, and how they were the best team in college basketball this year, and props to Jay Wright and yada yada yada? Or maybe you thought this was going to be a ‘way-too-early’ Top 25 list, or a list of which schools have the best odds to win the title next year. Sorry, no, this post is about the racket that is college basketball.
It’s NBA trade season, and that can only mean one thing…Trade Grades!