I’ve decided to spin off a new sports-oriented blog, FourPointers. Go ahead, subscribe.
Actually, I’m not exaggerating. It’s a bit unconventional to make a blog post about a thread on a sports forum (I think), but this one is truly something special. It started with a series of captioned pictures, often featuring Antoine “Because there ain’t no fours” Walker, and it has now turned into a monster. As of the time this post was written, it was at 54 pages of gut-busting humor. Someone find this guy an agent, because his stuff is far more entertaining than 95% of what I see on TV these days. Read it all for yourself.
So the Danny Ainge trades away his entire franchise, and gets himself the Big Ticket. Now the Celtics have Garnett, Pierce and Allen. And frankly, not much else: A sophomore point guard who can’t can’t shoot worth a lick (got his tail kicked in a shooting drill by an eighth grader in practice). Who’s that guy that’s supposed to be their starting center again? That’s right, you’ve probably never even heard of him. (If you guessed Kandi-man, you guessed wrong.) Someone explain to me why this three-man team is supposed to be an instant favorite out of the East again? I ain’t buying the JV league argument, even though the East is incredibly weak.
By the way, the aforementioned eighth grader is the son of Doc Rivers, who seems like a genuinely nice guy who just gets utterly outmatched and out-coached every night, as far as NBA contests are concerned. But fear not, for the Celtics have a savior for their non-existent bench: Reggie Miller, armed with loads of Geritol!
Hey guys … it’s been a long time. Time to bring ye ol’ blog back to life. And what better way than one of the funniest (and strangely, rarest) internet videos of all time: