And we're back!

You know what sucks? Football! You want football blogs go ANYWHERE else. There's a billion of those fucking things because anyone with a pulse and a partially functioning brain can write about football. Hell, some of them can even play quarterback!



You want hockey updates? Me too! I found out last night that Charter took NESN HD away from me (just me), so the one fucking channel that shows regular hockey games up and disappeared. That's OK, it's not like they're one of the top teams in the NHL or anything. Fuckers.

So why did I come back? Well, pitchers and catchers report in about a month, so excitement for REAL sports is brewing, but mostly I came back to relive the past. Once upon a time there was a phenomenon. It was tall. It was white. It was tattooed. And it was goofy looking. BOY was it goofy looking. It's name was Kevin Pittsnogle, and not only could it shoot the hell out of a basketball, it was potentially human! So whatever happened to the 6'11 sharpshooter with an affinity for dueling banjos? Good question. Fortunately, John Branch of the New York Times has the answer. My favorite part of the article? His daughter's name is Amyyah. I envision the doctors asking the Pittsnogles what they would like to name their new daughter, and Mr. Pittsnogle in an entirely unintentional Goofy impression going "Heheheyah! Heheheyah! Amyyah! Heheheyah!"