So It's July Around Here

And you know what that means--fewer posts! Why, might you ask? Well, we could've done posts recently on the USA basketball team's uniform unveiling ceremony, or on Manny shoving that ticket guy, or on the 47 come-from-behind wins in the world of baseball last night, but frankly, we're a bit depressed.

July in the yearly sports calendar is a dead zone of immense proportions, not unlike the current dead zone affecting the Chinese coastline. What is it that we have to look forward to, other than the inevitable Michelle Wie implosion? NASCAR's Firecracker 400 Pepsi 400 Coke Zero 400? What about those of us that don't live in the South and as a result don't enjoy it when Kyle Busch gets wrecked by some furrener soundin' guy? What about those of us that don't care about the opening of the NBA free agency period or whether Agent Zero gets $100M or Baron Davis ends up in Memphis? I guess we could get started on that dissertation about how SportsNation's "STAMP IT!" is the worst segment ever to be broadcasted on radio, or we could sound off on the fact that, once again, the American men have posted another poor showing at Wimbledon.

Ok, ok, you got us: even though July is a dead zone for sports, there has still be plenty to talk about. We're just lazy and/or busy at work (or just lazy at work). As punishment for not giving a damn about the blog this week, enjoy the photo.

So We've Been a Little Slow Around Here...

As some of you have noticed, we apparently decided to take the first half of the week off around here. Terribly sorry about that. Unfortunately, since we aren't paid for this, our real jobs often interfere with our ability to wax poetic on the sports stories of the day. It's been a hell of a week to miss, though! Shaq ripping Kobe, that one guy Latrell Sprewell-ing that GM, Fresno State out-Bulldogging Georgia, Tommy John filling in for Golic. Whew. What a week!

As always, when we screw up, our apology post will be accompanied by a chick picture. Now, the first place girl is definitely the clear-cut winner. But, for the second and third place girls, don't you wonder whether or not only three girls entered the contest? Yikes.

Note to Readers: You Speak, We Listen

A new feature we're going to feature around here every once in a while will be a post in response to reader feedback. Typically, these responses will be accompanied by a picture of a woman in a bikini to detract from the inadequacy of our response.

Since some of you have accurately pointed out that we failed to mention anything whatsoever about the outcome of the NBA Finals, we decided to mention it today. The Lakers lost the Finals in six. Pau Gasol played like a pregnant yak, Lamar Odom looked terrified of some of the opposing team's players, and the Lakers bench played like they were on a last-place NBDL team. What's more, Kobe Bryant couldn't decide if he was going to be the Black Mamba or "Guy Who Wants the Media to Love Him," so he alternated between short stretches of domination and long stretches of setting up the Laker foreigners for threes and post-ups. Of course, the foreigners mostly played like WWII-era Frenchman, so you obviously know how that went.

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