A Wart In A World Full Of Swallows

Imagine this: The grim reaper is coming after you. He is also dribbling a basketball.

If that's how we thought of death, basketball would be terrifying.

Basketball isn't terrifying though. Some even regard it as FUN! It's fun on the playground playing with your pals. It's fun in the back of an empty Ryder Truck, trying to play as you jostle with the push and pull of the truck. It's even fun in the NBA!



To show our commitment to the community, my co-colleague and I will be previewing each (and EVERY) NBA Team before the season starts. Why trust us? Because we're experts.

Today's Team: The Hotlanta Hawks.

Fact: I have a friend from Georgia. He doesn't give a shit about the Hawks. They've moved past caring about things in the Southern States.
Fiction: The Atlanta Hawks are a style of Mediterranean Bread.
Fact: They go great with Hummous.
Fiction: The Atlanta Hawks lost Forward Josh Childress to a Greek Team. Not true. They lost him to the scourge of marijuana many many moons ago.
Fact: Al Horford is the only Dominican in the NBA. We should all, my friends, your friends, their friends, should go to an "Dominican Tribute Night" in Atlanta on November 11th. Dominican flags will be distributed to the first 10,000 fans and the second half of the game will be played with chickens on the court.
Fiction: There is no "Dominican Tribute Night" is there?

Story of the Off Season:

Joe Johnson, the team's multi-talented swingman bought a bag of dog food because it included a dog whistle. Upon discovering the whistle, Johnson was heart broken upon realizing that dog whistles don't sound like barking.

I'd like to think rumors of our demise have been greatly exagerated

Dear friends and lovers,

I don't know whats up with us. We seem to be in a transitional period, but i refuse to believe that the Hindenburg is done, especially when there's so much hindenburgian shit out there. So fret you not, just wait patiently while we go through our awkward adolescent stage. Before you know it we'll be flirting with girls and shit.

As I'm sure many of you know, I'm all about this current NBA season. As Chuck recently told a close friend of ours, the NBA is all that we've been talking about this year. If one ignores the Eastern Conference (outside of Detroit and Boston) it's easy to see why. Teams in the west are playing a basketball that neither of us have witnessed during our life time. I really cannot think of a time when their were six teams that could legitimately claim a chance at the title. I love it though especially since my beloved Lakers are one of those lucky six and I really can't wait to see how things unfold. Really though, I have become enraptured by the NBA and it's aestheticism.

There is one problem that arises from this though, what happens when this season ends. Although I'll have to wait and see, I've pretty much given up any chance of liking baseball as much as I have in the past. After the excitement that the NBA playoffs are sure to be made of, I don't know how I will be able to go back to the slow and contemplative nature of the game I used to consider my favorite American sport. I'm sure I'll still be able to watch my Dodgers, especially when Vin's calling the game, but gone are the days when I can tune into any game that I don't have a rooting interest in. Maybe this is for the best though. Nothing tops October baseball of course, but things will never be the same