Smokey’s Potpourri

Salutations, internet. I planned on doing this big ol’ piece comparing my rise through the ranks of life and Hollywood with that of Adam Morrison, but life throws a wikid curveball sometimes and you, dear reader, get to be the lucky recipient of my mind drivel. Without further ado, here be a potpourri of the brain…

One of the greatest nights of the off-season occurs on Thursday night: the NBA Draft. You’ll be subjected to loud suits, mind-boggling trades, and maybe, if you’re lucky, a funny commercial. As a Bobcats fan, each draft night presents itself as A New Hope. We’ve been slowly building up a nucleus of young talent under the tutelage of the esteemed Larry Brown, and this year might be the year we finally spring the trap. More likely though, I’ll end up wanting to hurl things at my tv. The media’s keeps claiming this is a “weak” draft, and maybe it is, but this is my best opportunity to see Stephen A. Smith eat cheeze doodles. It’s all about the intangibles, people.

The NFL players are all on vacation these days. Chris Cooley is driving around Wyoming, Martellus Bennett is eating Cap’n Crunch and Brady Quinn is getting in some light manscaping. The Panthers start training camp August 2nd in South Carolina, so all cornerbacks have about six weeks of depth perception left. (Quick note: South Carolina’s governor went AWOL for the past four days. His staff claimed he was hiking the Appalachian trail naked. Turns out he flew back from Bueños Aires this morning.)

Baseball’s in full swing. Let me know if something interesting happens before September.

Towards the end of the regular NBA season a friend enlightened me to the power and the glory that is Justin.tv. Henceforth, I was giddy as a schoolmarm at the prospect of being able to watch the Bobcats on my computer. Alas, I discovered something even more awesome: playoff hockey. The Carolina Hurricanes helped my enthusiasm by taking down both the New Jersey Devils and the Boston Bruins in 7 game series. Making my schadenfreude ever sweeter was the ability to watch both Kevin Smith and Bill Simmons hearts break via Twitter.

2009 has proven to be a wily year for sports. From the improbable Arizona Cardinals Super Bowl run, to an epic re-match of last year’s Stanley Cup Finals, sports has yet again enriched my life, filled boredom and ennui with vigor and excitement, and made conversations at parties where I know no one that much easier. I anxiously await the return of my favored sports as I drift through the doldrums of summer. Now, to find a decent place for this sweet Warren Moon Fathead in the Cubicle GM offices.