Haterade: Is It in You?

I was looking at our blazin' traffic stats and I stumbled upon
the "referrers" report. Out of curiosity, I clicked on one of them
... and followed the thread.

At first, I was appalled that anyone would dare diss the un-touchable
Mr. Cleveland. That feeling soon gave way to jealousy. For what is
more legitimizing for a pundit than having some genuine haters?
I can only hope that one day, I'll have complete strangers standing
courageously behind the shroud of Internet anonymity, calling ME a
dumbass. A guy can dream, can't he?

By George, I Think He's Right!

Coach Karl "takes one" for the team.

George Karl is my all-time favorite coach. Maybe not the best, but my favorite. He is old-school, he is funny, and he has a love for the game that is downright obscene (Read Life on the Rim by David Levine and Karl will be your favorite coach too).

In Saturday's New York Daily News (!), Karl pretty much sums up my feelings regarding Team USA:

"I'm going to tell you something no one wants to write and no one in the league wants to talk about: American players aren't as coachable as their opponents. And it shows up when you've only got a few weeks. Because you don't end up coaching as much as managing egos."

Hey! Is he reading my posts or something? George, if you're reading this, come back to Seattle, man. COME BACK!!!

Get In My Pants!

You know you want them. C'mon. Please?

We interrupt this Sonic Blog for an important message:

Do you like pants? Of course you do. So why not buy my old pants? They're not completely nasty. Just kinda-sorta nasty. Buy now and get in on that retro-grunge scene before it even starts. Or, complete that "scary drifter" costume for Halloween. All proceeds will go towards the "Me Not Starving Foundation"©.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled rant about Gary Payton.