Hornets Fall to Nuggetts by 58

I was one of the last ones out of the New Orleans Arena last night after our loyal fan base jumped ship at the end of the 3rd quarter of the New Orleans Hornets - Denver Nuggets playoff game. Couldn't have been more than 300 of us left at the final buzzer of the 18,000 plus who were there for the tip off. Can't blame then since it was a horrific game or should I say slaughter?

I suppose it isn't a good thing to write off the Hornets season before they take the court tomorrow night in Denver's Pepsi Center, but what I saw last night was a bunch of tired players who just have nothing else to give. My only criticism is that Coach Scott should have yanked Paul, West, Peja and Chandler off the court when into 3 minutes of the 3rd quarter, we saw that there would be no comeback in this game. Instead, he didn't give them the rest they not only needed but deserved until the beginning of the 4th quarter.

What saddens me is that tomorrow night in Denver will be the last appearance of Tyson Chandler in a Hornets uniform. Will Shaq be wearing Creole Blue next season? Don't know and don't care; at least for the moment.

Me and TC got tight by accident. We were standing next to each other court side in the Hive during warm ups back in October of last year when the Indiana Pacers were in town for a preseason game. I looked over to him and said "Dude, you are flying so fucking under the radar it isn't funny."

He gave me a puzzled look at first but after a brief second or 2, acknowledged with an expression that I could tell it had dawned on him as to what I was saying...then he smiled...thankfully.

Since then, he has taken care of me at a few games and I can always deliver to him a few laughs and get him to call me a crazy white boy. I am going to miss that but with the fucking NBA salary cap that not even a Harvard law graduate could even begin to comprehend, the bell is gonna toll.

For any of you in New Orleans who have yet to experience the fun and excitement of your team, the New Orleans Hornets, I would suggest to drag your sorry asses over to the arena next year and join in the fun. It'll be good for you and it will be good for our team.

Meanwhile, I have to target another player to kiss up to? UGH!!!!!

(Notice how calm I am? You too can enjoy better living with lexapro and vicodin chased by 2 shots of Smirnoff Vodka Twist Apple 70.)