…but no. Fred Flintstone and his gang got the best of the Browns again last night. I’m too tired to put the disappointment into words, so I’ll just leave white space and you can imagine me doing it, k? K.   ~ FO

I know. Schadenfreude is not nice. Let’s just call it, mehhh…justice. Did you notice how, after the game, Dwayne Wade and other Heat players stayed on the court to congratulate the Dallas guys, but Mr. I’ma Take My Talents to Souf Beach exited stage left without speaking to anyone? Such telling moments define character, one [...]

…in a weary world. OK, back to lamenting the hapless Browns (and the future of the NFL in general). Mondays can be fun. I thought that thought as I picked up my broken carcass off the sidewalk after taking one step down the stairs to let Rousseau out, and going airborne. Hot shower and aspirin: [...]

Sorry for the lack of finkiness today, luvs. Spent all my morning time reading about the Mangini issue. Blah! Now I’m running late… Mas tarde.

That’s what I said when I went upstairs last night, after giving up on the last four minutes of the Cavs getting smoked (again). I’ve been reading the sports blogs this morning. People are actually saying that LeBron is playing badly on purpose, or out of sheer apathy. I refuse to believe someone like him [...]