Yep, I watched every game yesterday. Thanks to the old DVR, I was able to wake up early, take my dog Bootzilla to the park and come back and settle in for 10 hours of march madness. Hey, it gets no better than the first two days of the tournament, and me and my dog…
I’m no genius at this. Well, I am, but lemme clarify. For almost thirty years now, I’ve followed College basketball about as closely as humanly possible. Anyone who has ever witnessed my Rainman-like ability to rattle off the Alma Maters of any and all NBA players or name the Starting Fives of all the prior…
Not gonna lie. This whole thing started because I had Fennis Dembo’s name pop into my head the other day, and for absolutely no reason. Well, unless you consider “it’s the greatest name anyone ever thought of” as a valid reason. I dunno. Still, I always have fun giving my memory little workouts like this.…
Look, I’m hardly interested in writing some kind of cliched-up “today’s athletes are pussies” piece or whatever, but just exactly how much is a dude who is old enough to remember the Detroit Bad Boys and the Riley Knicks and Kevin McHale’s lariat on Kurt Rambis supposed to take? The game had to change. I…
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