Yo, people. I'm still down a bit from the Saints getting creamed yesterday, but we've got just two more nights of no basketball, so I'm about four million percent happier than I was back in September.

There's not a shitload to talk about. In case you missed it, The Oklahoman previewed the Hornets from every possible angle yesterday. I guess you could call their coverage exhaustive, which isn't a bad thing.

There's also this whole thing about George Shinn selling his condo in New Orleans. Does this mean the Hornets are moving to Oklahoma for good? Or does Georgie's wifey really just want a bigger back yard? I'm thinking the real reason was WHO THE FUCK CARES???

I've moved house about seventeen times in the last five years. It's not a big deal. People move sometimes. Get over it.

I'm so so so so glad the season is about to start, because maybe the news reports and message board discussions will be more about basketball again, rather than all the off-court bullshit.

At this stage, I'd rather read a feature-length interview with Marcus Vinicuis in Portuguese than hear another damn word about the OKC patch on the jerseys or Georgie's living arrangements.

E eu mesmo não fodendo para falar o português!