The Season Continues

No, no, no. This isn't turning into a Hornets' blog. If you want one of those, which I'm sure none of you do, go here for a really good one. But I figure I gotta blog about something. I haven't traveled anywhere in a while (Hawaii doesn't count since all I did was watch basketball, eat heavily and drink even more heavily - three things I could have done just as easily and less expensively from the comfort of my own home). I'm frankly pretty sick of the Democratic primary process. And, at 28 and still looking for a job, I probably shouldn't be putting in public media my drunken party tales. So, for now, it's all about the Hornets.


What a day for my Bugs. This morning, Byron Scott was presented with the NBA Coach of the Year award. I've been hard on (ha-ha) Byron all season, including yelling loudly at him at a Hornets-Clippers game in January for inexplicably playing ex-Hornet Marcus Vinicius, but he's starting to grow on me, and I think he legitimately deserved the award. Just like I think CP3 deserves the MVP. Which he ain't gonna get, but whatevers.


Several hours later, above was the scene in NOLA. David West and Tyson Chandler hugging it out (bitch) after the Hornets quickly and pretty easily disposed of the Dallas Mavericks in 5 games (I called 6 - very happy to have been wrong on that). Next up are either the Spurs or the Suns, preferably, but unlikely, the Suns.

Below: LOSER!!!

Only The Beginning...

The NBA Playoffs start tomorrow, and I can't even describe how excited I am. So excited that I'm gonna sit and watch American Gangster at home on a beautiful Friday afternoon because I know my next 2 months or so are completely occupied with basketball (and, to a much, much smaller extent, trying to find a job).

The above image, if the words on the t-shirts aren't clear, is of MY New Orleans Hornets celebrating their first ever Southwest Division title, after completing a franchise-best 56-26 season (unfortunately they only went 1-1 in the games I actually went to...damn Lakers and their quick starts). We get Dallas in the first round, and tomorrow begins the "CP3 dominates in the postseason" era. I'm so pumped for the game that I'm actually voluntarily spending several extra hours with Atur, just to ensure I get to San Diego in time for the 4pm tipoff. That's dedication.

Frankly, I'm glad all the "experts" are picking the Mavericks. All the pressure is off. CP3, David West, Tyson, Peja, JuJu and the rest of the Bugs can just go out and do their thing. Hornets in 6.

Is it wrong that I found this kinda funny?

I'm sorry. But I couldn't help but laugh a little when I read this.

Self-Defense for All Guys (Except Me)

I encourage you all to print a copy of this and carry it with you at all times.