Antoine Walker is the Black Santa Claus

Although Antoine walker may be broke with regard to his financial situation, he is rich in kindness and generosity. Deadspin wrote earlier today about Walker's monetary woes, but with an unnecessarily negative tone to his circumstances. If you can circumvent the mocking nature of the post, you will find that Walker, unlike other athletes, went bankrupt on a spending spree of altruism:

"Teammates say he routinely picked up giant dinner tabs on the road or would hire limos to take everyone out on the town. According to his mother, at one point Walker was financially supporting seventy of his friends and relatives."

John Calipari, How I so Despise You.

I've been meaning to address this issue for a while now, but completely forgot as it was a friday story and the alcohol was calling. Now that it's back to the school week, I'm ready to put my full effort into it. Today's rant of furiosity: John Calipari.

LIVE BLOG: New York Lil' Mannings and Arizona Larry Fitzdreads

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Sunday Afternoon Rehab Supplement

Welcome to SARS: a recap of the Saturday footballings that weren't contained by Wilt's disease mask. Because someone has to keep this asshole humble.

Hey You! Down in Front!

During the Thuggets beatdown of the Lakers tonight, and immediately following a thunderous dunk by my godson, an L.A. fan politely asks J.R. Smith to stop gloating.

I think his frustration is a result of the clearly uninterested female on his left, who appears to have her face berried in her blackberry. You might consider an alternative use for that finger if you're expecting any sexual favors later.

The Mejia Saga Continues: the Participant's Perspective

Mejia, displeased with our decision to not remove the post, has responded again with a more detailed retelling of his adventures in Florida. Away we go:

Friday Afternoon Substance Abuse: Week 8

This is a weekly blog that compares the likes of college sports and addictive drugs, and then rolls it into a tight little blunt I like to call the Friday Afternoon Substance Abuse. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, then clearly you have participated in some Friday morning substance abuse. So get ready to sit Indian Native American style and stare at a bookshelf for 3 hours cause it's time to drop some acid.
 
Last week was pretty tragic for me. A loss at Colorado sent me into a spiraling depression that all the world's Prozac wouldn't have brought me out of. As of today though, I have recovered my normal, human functions: eating, sleeping, not hearing voices. Alas, there is a chance for a fully sustained recovery. It will come at the expense of Oklahoma, though. The same Oklahoma that has fucked my picks up so often. Tomorrow is a day for redemption, for the Colorado loss, and for OU's failure to follow my lead.