Here’s a new illustration of Shane Battier by me up over at The Classical. Go for the illustration but stay for the article by Bryan Horowitz, which is full of tasty Battier tidbits.
This is from a few years ago but it’s as relevant as ever. Goodnight, Little General.
Commemorating Kenneth Faried’s puke game. The Manimal went beyond his usual brand of explosive in an entertaining victory over the Spurs. A couple notes from the game:
1. Denver broadcasters served up the delightful live action euphemism “got rid of some extra food” to describe Faried’s condition.
2. They then smoothly segued into a KFC-sponsored highlight called “Bucket of the Night” or something similar.
The dominant fan reaction in these sick game situations is to hail the player for being such a warrior. Or, if the player is a hated opponent, doubt about whether they’re actually ill. I mainly just feel bad for these dudes. I don’t know if “play basketball” is at the top of my list of activities to avoid when I have a stomach flu, but it’s definitely on that list. Feel better, Manimal!
It’s a totally normal, human desire to want to see Chris Andersen’s tattoos on J.R. Smith’s body. No sweat.
Kind of a mean one, but I’m sure he hears and disregards worse every day before breakfast. Please don’t fine me!
I submitted a drawing over at Double Scribble. Check it out!
A re-run of a doodly comic from my old site, Garbage Time All-Stars. Thankfully, Power Balance has been scrubbed from this mortal coil. LONG LIVE SLEEP TRAIN!