smell my fingers

Are there three more innocent words that when strung together become as gross as those three? And I think every man finds himself in a room at some point in his life when they are said. Yuck.

I've been wanting to blog but I ain't had nothing to blog about. Nothing nothing nothing. Oh, and then yesterday -- you won't believe what happened: nothing. So tonight I flip on the Knicks game and there's like 4 minutes left. Another bad Knicks loss. What a sloppy, stinky bunch of misfits, I thought.

And then a nasty brawl broke out. Yay! I had something to blog about.

You of course remember our controversial coverage of the Pistons-Pacers brawl from a couple of years ago. It led to three days of emotional debate in the comments section and while I respect all of your opinions, I still stand by my position.

In fact, tonight's Knicks-Nuggets brawl, which as far as I can recall was the most intense since that night, supports my thesis that the fans bear the main responsibility for Pistons-Pacers. Tonight's brawl actually took place in the stands, completely dangerous and out of control. Fans could have gone nuts and it could have turned into something reeeeeally ugly. But they stayed calm and let the players duke it out. Good job: NYC, Knicks fans, MSG security, Dick Bavetta. Although Bavetta could easily have just canceled the rest of the game -- it was a 20 point lead with like a minute left, no need to send the teams back out there and risk another flareup.

I don't have the energy to give a report card to everyone involved like I did last time, especially because my DVR lost the game due to some technical issues and I only saw the fight like three times. The main thing I want to say, and I say this while acknowledging that this joker Collins on the Knicks was the main instigator, is this: Carmelo Anthony is a Little Bitch. His open-handed punch-slap and backpedal, followed by his misty-eyed mugging on the sideline, made me lose all respect for him. Not forever, but for now.

Also, I would not fuck with Nate Robinson. He has a Dillahunt-like center of gravity and he will stay on you until the fight is done and you are hospital-bound. Like most little men, he's also ready to go at a moment's notice. I don't really like him, but I respect his fighting ability. That dude J.R. Smith bit off a little more than he could chew when he went after Nate.

The Nuggets landed all the punches, but they were cheap shots with dudes being held from behind, etc.

I think Carmelo will get 10 games for this one.

Of course, the most interesting thing to find out is if Isiah ordered the flagrant foul. I wouldn't be surprised. That's worthy of a 10 game suspension as well. And if it comes out that he did it, I think ya kinda sorta need to fire him.

The other question, the one the Knicks are pushing as their motivation, is why the Nuggets had their starters in at the end of a blowout. George Karl is a douche, to be sure, but it's his right to play whoever he wants, you can't just go tackling dudes by the throat.

Oh, and last thing -- it's shaping up as a real shitty season in the NBA after all the progress of last year. Here's a good slogan for the league: The NBA: Just Watch Phoenix.

Yesterday in the elevator at work I heard "Swingin Party" by the Replacements. It's the extra-slow, special elevator that only a few of us have to ride, because it services the top floors that most people don't need to go to. The music is always interesting -- it's not traditional elevator music, it's somebody's iPod or something. Thanks, anonymous iPod dude, you made my ride a little better.

Justin Timberlake -- right up there with Baldwin and Walken as best SNL hosts. Dude is very amusing. "Dick in a Box" was damn funny and will be annoying you on YouTube by Sunday afternoon.

Hans Bungle, Freshman, University of Wisconsin, Fall Semester, 1987:

Greg Oden, Freshman, Ohio State University, Fall Semester, 2006:

Quien es mas macho?

Holy shit that dude Oden looks like he's around 40 years old and I look 8. It's actually interesting to think that he was in his mom's belly when the first photo was taken.

We was holdin it down back in 87 though. I have the look of a kid who just realized that all things were equal. Check out my West 4th street T-shirt, soon after stolen.

For 10 points, tell me what is in the white box on the top shelf behind me in that Fall 1987 pic. Looking for a brand name as well as a product type. And for eight more, tell me what brand of boombox that is.

What do you want for Christmas, etc.?