Wednesday, February 28, 2007

The Next Time You See Joe Rogan....

....Thank him for this.




Carlos Mencia is a douchebag.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Fantastic. The trade deadline for the NBA came and went, and the Wolves did nothing to help the team, or in particular, Kevin Garnett. Now he's pissed, and I can't blame him. I understand that Garnett and Randy Foye are really the only trading pieces the Wolves have--no picks for the rest of the decade, the Troy Hudson-Marko Jaric-Mike James contracts, etc. But, as usual, Bill Simmons found a way to at least get some decent scoring help (scoll down to Minnesota's "F-infinity-minus"), and McHale let it ride. So last night Phoenix comes to town, doesn't exactly kill the Wolves, but beat them soundly, and we're stuck with the same team as before. KG cutting years off of his career by killing himself for a bad team (26 points, 19 rebounds), Randy Foye playing like a rookie, and the Mike James/Ricky Davis duo languishing in continual mediocrity. Poor shot selection by those two, no rebounding help for Kevin (his 19 accounted for almost half of the Wolves' 40 boards), and no crunch-time scoring relief get them beat in games that they're hanging around in. Inability to defend tall, goofy-looking white dudes get them beat in games that they're leading (Charlotte's Adam Morrison, a guy I used to love while playing for Gonzaga, got 25 of his 27 points in the second half the other night in a come-from-behind win).

So we don't trade Kevin right now, just so we can get him angry enough that he talks about "opt-outs" and we'll lose him for nothing. Or, we don't try to swing the Davis/Eddie Griffin deal to get Jason Richardson to help him out. I'm starting my own Kevin McHale Head-Calling in earnest. I know I'm not the first, nor will I be the loudest, but it's on. Get me Bill Simmons, and I'm not joking.

Monday, February 12, 2007


Ladies and gentlemen, my new Favorite Music Video of All-Time. It's like the extras from "Coming to America" took dance lessons from MC Hammer's choreographer and stole Dee Brown's shoes, all so they could do an Indian homage to Michael Jackson's "The Way You Make Me Feel". Good stuff.