Hey NBA fans, welcome to the Tirade.
Yeah, this blog doesn't shed much light on the sports world. Other than ripping on some coach or studying the after-effects of long-term, intense skeet shooting, I don't delve into the wide world of sporting activities.
It's not that I'm some kind of pussy, mind you—I just find bad horror movies, giant snakes, hilarious news stories and idiot celebrities way more fun to write about. I'm what they call your "casual sports fan." It's a lot safer this way. I basically just enjoy the hell out of sports, don't obsess over anything and always have a great time whether I win or lose. Sounds cliché, I know, but so was the act of boning your mom last night, so back off.
Anyway, my friend Michael Tribble sent a link my way today to a Bill Simmons column. I've read a bunch of his stuff in the past and picked up his podcast a few times (namely when he has Chuck Klosterman pay him a visit), and the guy never ceases to entertain.
This is an amazing profile piece on LeBron James that I wanted to share, because it's just so fun and so well written. I don't follow the NBA at all, especially the Cavs, but Simmons' style made me a believer.
Go check out the goods and let the charisma soak you like a tidal wave of delicious Pabst Blue Ribbon.
- Super-coordinated, mutant 4-year-old dealing with a severe sugar rush
P.S. Yes, I my review for The Howling III: The Marsupials is still on the way, I haven't forgotten about you and your thirsting addiction for more lame horror. Sit tight.
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Is it any wonder you are a believer? King James is from Ohio: The greatest state in the Union. Everything good in this world comes from Ohio. Flight. Astronauts. Nuclear Submarines. Wendy's Hamburgers. Michael Giles Typing.
Good to see you come into the fold.
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