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My birthday is Saturday. The Blazers gift to me is that after all the shit that's gone wrong over the past decade, they are going to destroy Dallas in Game 7 in Dallas on my birthday. Ten long years of futility. Ten years of not getting out of the first round. Or even into the playoffs for half of that decade. Ten years of Roy's knees, Oden's body, Miles' contract, Stoudamire's shit-for-brains, Cheeks' facepalms, Qyntel's driver license, Zach's sloppy seconds, Ratliff's cash-in, Patternash's....EVERYTHING......all of that bullshit gets made up for on this one Saturday.
I disagree that the Blazers winning this series would make up for that stuff.
Repent those words, lest we be visited upon by another decade long plague.
And I know just how the new plague will begin. We take it to seven games. We're up by 15 in the fourth quarter. The refs swallow their whistle on a ridiculously hard foul by their center, and next thing you know their best player is waddling down the court with this cheesey dumbass open-mouth wide-eyed smile that will haunt us for another decade as they make an amazing come-back win and then go on to win the title. Meantime we trade Aldridge for Kevin Love and a broken Eric Dampier, dump Batum for character issues, allow Mills to take over the team so that he can dribble and shoot endlessly, and a bunch of Jerry Springer bullshit crops up that gives the fans a reason to sanctimoniously not show up for 21 win seasons "on moral grounds."
In 2021 we will have this exact same conversation again. And you'll fuck it up again for us. So we'll do it again and again and again.
It's the Matrix, only without the sunglasses and even more shitty.
Repent, I say. Repent.
If the gods want to make it up to us, they'll ensure we win the championship this year, prevent an NBA lockout and allow Oden to return with no loss of ability and a durable frame from here on out.
Then I will say that the debt that gods OWE US is paid in full.
I guess you've never seen the 10 Commandments or Clash of the Titans or Raiders of the Lost Ark or pretty much every goddamned film or book ever made where somebody tells the deity how shit oughtta be, and that just pisses the deity off even more for getting so uppity, so the deity fucks the guy over even harder than he had it before.
That's just great. Just keep going.
At this point we're going to be lucky to get away with mere locusts and ass cancer.
Meh, it's not like the gods have any real power. I will never receive my comeuppance. *shakes fist at sky* YOU HEAR ME?? NO...COMEUPPANCE...ME!
To the gods: Minstrel's audacious lack of respect in no way represents the views of the Portland Trailblazers nor their other fans. Any appropriate comeuppance should be targeted towards Minstrel alone, and not this humble, long-suffering franchise. Also, tonight's pregame sacrificial chicken may be slightly delayed due to my dog's vet appointment. I promise to throw in a fatted calf to help compensate.
Go Blazers! Go basketball gods!
In fact, I think the yellow background in his picture represents the Lakers. So yeah. Throw the bad shit their way instead. And the guy in his picture looks like Dirk. So some bad shit their way, also. Thanks!
To the gods: Minstrel's audacious lack of respect in no way represents the views of the Portland Trailblazers nor their other fans. Any appropriate comeuppance should be targeted towards Minstrel alone, and not this humble, long-suffering franchise. Also, tonight's pregame sacrificial chicken may be slightly delayed due to my dog's vet appointment. I promise to throw in a fatted calf to help compensate.
Go Blazers! Go basketball gods!
Wow, I got thrown under the bus pretty quickly there.
Hey, you should know better than to shake your fist at the sky in this town!
