The Truth is Out There (just not on Youtube)

"I swear.  It wasn't me who took the fun out of the league! Now, any reporter who asks any questions about the new tech rules will immediately be issued a technical and fined for speaking against the Almighty Ruler of Basketball."

Much to the chagrin of players (see Odom, Lamar), fans (see us), and commentators (see Heinsohn, Tom below), the NBA (cough, Stern, cough) has recently implemented a new tech rule that makes technicals all but automatic if a player even looks in the "wrong" direction.  Last week, in a PRESEASON game no less, KG was called for two wacky T's which led to Heinsohn's ringing endorsement of the rule.

Also, isn't it interesting that when you click on the video in the post, instead of getting the actual clip you get a nice little message stating that "This video is no longer available due to a copyright claim by Comcast SportsNet New England."

Nowhere to find this video anymore.  The conspiracy clean up?

Hey, did someone say POWER?

Oh wait, that was just David Stern sneezing.

This shows yet again the power of the NBA Dictat...umm, I mean, Commissioner to apply a "stupid" (Heinsohn's word, not ours) rule for calling technical fouls and removing videos from youtube (did you know that for few years it was impossible to find The Malice At The Palace clips ANYWHERE?!  But just in case you forgot, click here for 5 minutes of NBA mayhem and some Ron Ron) 

Hello NBA Illuminati!

Is that Stern's third eye?

Thank us Later

One morning, when Hibachi Sabas woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his hardwood bed into an orange ball.  He lay on his tacky-surfaced back, of which he could no longer differentiate from his front or side, and if he lifted his head, now connected to his body without a neck, a little he could see his orange belly, slightly inflated and divided by black "ribs" into even sections.  The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.  His legs, pitifully nonexistent, and seemingly ingrown, compared with the size of the rest of him, caused him to roll about helplessly as he looked.


"What's happened to me?" he thought.  It wasn't a dream.




(To be continued with our deepest and most sincere apologies to Kafka.  Until then, enjoy our modest, unadulterated blog about this great game of basketball.)