Kill

Ryan Seacrest needs to die.  Someone should at least spit on him.  I've heard he doesn't have time for a personal life because he's so focused on his career.  Actually I read all about it in one of Moose's magazines wile I was on the throne.  What a joke.  In the same vein, someone needs to light the entire cast of The Hills on fire.  Seriously.  The entire cast.   Actually, I've got an idea for a new reality TV show.  Hollywood Death Camp.  They get all these morons together to compete in an array of ridiculous "challenges."  For a couple rounds they don't eliminate anyone, just humiliate them, telling them elimination rounds will occur when they least expect it.  Season finale; they're all crucified right next to the Hollywood sign after carrying their crosses down Ventura Boulevard.  

Why can't the Celtics win on the road since the playoffs started?  What's up with this?  How come Sam Cassel NEVER passes the basketball?  Rajon Rondo, who isn't necessarily taken out too often but is taken out for too long, is consistently relieved by a player who avoids passing like the plague.   A POINT GUARD.  And yes, the depth of my hatred for Sam Cassel can be traced back to the 1994 finals where he made a name for himself as a thorn in the New York Knicks' collective side.

I used to think of King James as a diva.  Too much too soon, destined for self-absorption and ultimately reclusiveness.  You know, the Kobe Bryant career projection.  At this point I'm struggling to believe Lebron James is 23.  The way he leads his teammates, directing traffic on the court and from the bench, reprimanding them for failures, also deferring to them rather than forcing impossible shots and making incredible passes all while struggling offensively.        

Okay, I'll be back with something coherent later this week....