Man those guys really love romcoms.
I've gone viral, only none none of you guys really know it. That's fine. On January 2nd, I'd posted a brief opinion piece on The Irony of Fate. It's a Russian movie, so unless you are well versed in their history, every single reference will go
God those Pelican and Grizzlies losses earlier this year sucked.
To be a fan in 2019 is to consider yourself an expert. The experience of following either a team or a sport will inevitably force the viewer to not only believe, but to loudly proclaim to friends and complete strangers over
This blog has to be about something more than simply recapping the Brooklyn Nets.
I'm going to have to move. Not out of the city itself, or even the borough, but further away from the trendy, downtown adjacent realm where I live right now. And as much as I try to
I've been taking you for granted. It's partly my nature. Ask my wife or ex-girlfriends. Or my employers. The cycle never breaks. In the beginning I will step in to a new project/relationship/environment/habit with the work ethic of a completely earnest Amish man. I become ill with the thought of
"If we win one tomorrow, that's called a winning streak"
Writers note: I'm playing though pain. My daughter has been in daycare for a few months, which means my daughter has been sick for a few months. And as a result I am sick. And also, I had to finish off
"The world is so cold"
Winter has come. The worthlessly pedantic will tell me that autumn doesn't punch out until the 21st, but that's a dweeb's way of viewing things. The leaves are down and snow has fallen. Thanksgiving isn't until next week, but sometimes Thanksgiving comes after the fall.
Hello and welcome to the new format of Infinite Nets. We're going to a weekly recap as opposed to a daily version. Why are we doing a weekly recap? Because, hell man, I can watch every game, but I sure as hell can't come up with compelling content for
This is a bit of a manifesto
The Nets are taking on the 76ers, and as it will be for at least the next several years, this means that I will be forced to remember and evaluate Sam Hinke's infamous "Process" and the very idea of tanking. To be clear, Sam
Mom, you've really got to stop that shit.
My little cocoon has been invaded. Contrary to popular opinion, these Nets have not driven me to insanity yet. For eight beautiful games, they've actually kept me occupied. My writing has had a focus as opposed to my getting bored with a novel
First off, let's tackle the Giants Midseason review:
The Giants are dead. There is nothing to review. All that is left is to pay respects
Christ, I made that whole video and forgot to include Snacks Harrison being traded. His getting traded was the thing that made me think to create
Hello My Honey, Hello My Baby, Hello My Ragtime Gal
Of course. Of fucking course they did. I had just gotten done talking my ass off about how the Nets weren't that bad. I swore they were legit. The trash Knicks fans at my office would have to watch them for
Maybe I can keep this up for 82 games.
We're six games in the books for the Brooklyn Nets season, and I'm going strong in the 2-4 campaign. I should explain something, way back when I came up with the idea for this column, I was going to game by game,