Originally posted on 05/23/2016:
Sure... pull up a chair, grab some coffee, and make yourself comfortable.
My dear, old friend had an NBA thread and apparently I wasn't invited but that didn't stop me. I showed up, peeked around, and proceeded to turn the whole party upside down until the whole throng had departed and there was nothing left but myself and the host, amid a wasteland of broken glass, beaten furniture, a couple of passed out hookers, and a storm of fallen confetti that symbolized what once portended basketball nirvana but quickly devolved into a broken, hollow therapy session that dragged out for months untold.