Breathing Again

I've had a month to cool off. Surely I can approach the subject rationally now.

Now that the (bloop) have won the championship, the basketball world takes a deep breath and enters the regeneration phase -- re-evaluating established talent, bringing in the FNGs, copping feels around the wallet region. The fans -- the ones who find aforementioned talent eval, new guy bringing, and cash feeling-up-ing boring -- are left to their own devices.

Everybody's got their preferred coping mechanism. An alternate obsession helps. Mine's Top Gear. I'm not sure why. Though I will say the thought of Shaq trying to fold himself into the world's smallest car is worth a chuckle. (And that's literally what he would have to do.) That'll hold me until October, when the season gets rolling again. I hope. Ignore the glimmer of tears in my eyes as football season starts, the tremble to my hands as I watch snippets of pick-up games, or the touch of mania to the cussing I toss at the engorged SUV flying the (bloop) colors.
-BJ

Oooh, New Toys!

We got a D-League! We got a D-League!

The news came down the pike this morning -- there's a D-League franchise opening up in Frisco! Already home to the AirHogs of AAA baseball and the Tornado of whatever the NHL call their minor leagues.

Ahh, a less expensive way to get your basketball on. Nothing but a good thing.
-BJ

@#*^&$*!!!!!!!!!

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Who Invited Marilyn Manson?

If you own a copy of Golden Age of Grotesque, take a second and cue up Para-Noir.

So if you follow the Mavs or read the local papers, you've heard there was a fracus at Casa Nowitzki that ended with an arrest. The accused is a lady name of Cristal Taylor, Dirk's girlfriend and intended.

The Morning News, which loves sports scandal more than just about anything, is on it. Drooling.

My sympathies lie with Dirk-- hold it a second, it's not because of that. My housemate and best friend happened across a con artist and professional bastard some years back. By the time the dust settled, I no longer had a best friend (last I knew she'd moved back with her kin in Chicago). Long story, buy me many drinks and I'll detail. Benefit of the doubt tends to go to the folks who've had the bad luck to draw jokers when they Go Fish for mates. Show me proof of bastard behavior on his part and believe me, I'll be first in line at the stoning party. No such proof has been offered and I doubt like hell any exists.

I think the final wash rinses out something like this. The best case scenario is Ms. Taylor is a woman with a checkered past whose major sins when it comes to Dirk are lies of omission. Those are fatally easy when you care about someone and know that saying something's going to hurt them. The worst-case scenario, and of course it's the one the news is shining up and holding out for everyone to look at, is Dirk's former POSSLQ is a con artist whose mark got wise before rings changed hands.

For the sake of his peace of mind, I hope it's best case. And for everyone's sake, please dear Jesus she's not pregnant by him. That elevates a particularly gross relationship crash to the kind of stuff that ruins lives.
-BJ

NBA Playoffs, Round One: #3 San Antonio Spurs versus #6 Dallas Mavericks#

Soundtrack: Led Zeppelin, "Rock'n'Roll"

The enemy has been met and destroyed.

We did it!
-BJ