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As I sat around hoping GoDaddy.com would stop being worthless and let me access my domain, I was starting to feel some first-post jitters. Although I was still drunk from the night before and in my happy creative place, I had no clue what I would actually write about. First posts are usually forced and trivial, so I figured I would cut to the chase with actual sports talk.
Yes, I’m aware that the Super Bowl is on Sunday. Fuck that… played out.
Yes, the best pitcher in baseball is on the move to NY. Fuck that… I’m jealous he won’t be a Dodger.
The phone rings. Breaking news.
PAU GASOL IS A LAKER
EVEN BETTER: KWAME IS GONE
Further phone calls, shaky hands, action pants (read: erection).
My colleague suggests celebratory drinks. At 12:30pm. Fuck it, why not? It will definitely help the hangover. As we sip sweet celebratory hefeweizen, the particulars of the deal come through:
Lakers get Pau-Pau. Grizz get Kwame, Crittenton, two 1st round picks, an inactive Aaron McKie, and Marc Gasol?
This trade is simply genius. As of now, its a fleece on paper. Even more amusingly, the Gasol brothers just got traded for each other. Really? Are Grizz execs thinking they can pick up the little Gasol and pawn him off as Pau, thinking their fans won’t notice? For the sake of hilarity, I really hope that was the logic behind that.
Upon returning home from mid-day celebration, another call informs me that Memphis may buy out Kwame’s contract only to have the Lakers subsequently re-sign their diminutive-pawed big man. Wow… this trade has just reached Tucker Max-story status of ludicracy.
Sports have the power to instill feelings of pride and joy. For people like me, more importantly, their inherent madness provides for infinite laughs and entertainment. Days like this just make it too easy.
The Lake Show looked pumped up over this business tonight. A subsequent 20-point victory in Toronto.
Celebratory drinks, anyone?
