I've looked everywhere… even in that secret drawer where Chuck stashes the Victoria's Secret catalogues… and I can't find a damn story line that's worth a crap today. The Celtics did the expected last night… no one played too many minutes… and I don't really won't care about the Bucks until tomorrow.
I did find this, though. It's a pretty cool shirt.
Good luck trying to buy it. The people who make it, Bodega, do it out of some back alley near the Berkley School of Music or something… and clicking the link will only get you to a page that makes you sign up for a mailing list. Guess if you really want it… you'll jump through hoops.
So that's that. And I know I'm not alone. The best the Herald can do is Ray Allen feeling weird about facing his old team in a new city. The Globe has buried in its notes (that starts with what he had yesterday about the C's and Obama) that the C's are one of, oh, every NBA team looking to add Antonio McDyess.
What an eff'ed up situation that is for Denver. They have to pay a guy to go away so another team can sign him and maybe win with him. They can't deal him because he makes too much… and keeping him makes no sense. That's just dumb.