"We’re all probably better at believing than seeing."
An adaptation of James Dickey's "For the Last Wolverine" in honor of the soon-to-be less terrifying Pierre the Pelican.
This is how you unhinge yourself.
There’s an oft-cited but poorly provenanced assertion about music journalism that says writing about music is like dancing about architecture. It seems most often attributed to Elvis Costello, but whether it was him or somebody else, you could probably substitute “writing” and “music” with “blogging” and “basketball.”
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Grades. Basketball fans love to give them. We like to grade trades and drafts and a team’s offseason
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Have you ever waited a long time for something? Wait: scratch that. That question presumes that time has
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Dwight Howard’s reign as the NBA’s resident Michael Scott (apologies to the Mike Scott who plays