First Ricky Davis, the most notorious partier in the NBA, gets traded to the Heat. Then, the next day I find out who will be joining him in South Beach:
http://www.nypost.com/seven/10252007/gossip/pagesix/south_beach_bite.htm
That’s right, the Vick brothers. Good Lord, it’s going to be crazy in South Beach. I can’t even find the words to describe it. My favorite part is “his brother Marcus, who was released by the Miami Dolphins and has charges of statutory rape pending, has no problem partying it up with the ladies in his brother's pad." Really? Why does that not surprise me? The only bad thing about this article is that they misspell Dwyane Wade’s name. In the words of Mark Jackson, “C’mon Post, you’re better than that.”
In something completely non-related, Roger Goodell has been praised for his decision to limit the time between picks in the first round of the draft from 15 to 10 minutes. I would like to respectfully disagree. There is a certain joy I get out of completely wasting a Saturday to watch the draft, when I could get the same information in 15 minutes from a newspaper the next morning. Mr. Goodell, if I’m going to be gluttonous, I’m not half assing it. Give me a 6 hour first round. There was a certain pride in being able to sit through the entire thing. Also, changing the start time until 3 PM? What is that shit? I now have to wait 3 more hours to start drinking? That is horseshit.
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