This is an interesting way to end the blogging day: Ron Artest and Stephen Jackson were just suspended by the NBA for the first seven games of next season. Yes, you read that correctly: next season.
Yeah, apparently Stern’s had enough of gunshots and domestic violence. (And haven’t we all?)
Jackson of the Golden State Warriors pleaded guilty last month to a felony count of criminal recklessness for firing a gun outside an Indiana strip club last fall, when he was with the Pacers. He was ordered to pay a $5,000 fine and perform 100 hours of community service.
Artest of the Sacramento Kings pleaded no contest in May to a misdemeanor domestic violence charge stemming from a March 5 dispute with his wife, the latest in a string of off-court problems.
I understand the NBA wants to clean up its police blotter image, but isn’t it a little suspicious that these suspensions were announced on a day in July rather than the start of the season?
And another thing: Why would you ever want Ron Artest and Stephen Jackson off at the same time? Isn’t that just asking for more trouble? You gotta stagger that shit, Stern.
Despite being one of the largest competitive events in the world, the Olympic Games can essentially be broken down into a series of smaller games. If you’re so inclined, you may even refer to their relative individual size as “tiny,” “diminutive or “mini,” with an enthusiastic vocabulary producing an even more effective title in the form of “minigame.” Clearly, the Olympics and the Wii are going to get along famously.
If you’re hoping that the union of once archrivals Sonic and Mario has somehow yielded a profound celebration of human competition and spirit, you’d be mistaken and rather disappointed. The equivalent of gaming chewing gum, Mario & Sonic at the Olympics shows no pretense of being anything other than a collection of miniature games, and beyond the initial burst of flavor upon discovering the Wii motions needed to complete an event, it’s likely to degenerate into a bout of repetitive motion. You should know exactly what you’re getting into here.
In case you hadn’t heard, Dwight Freeney signed a monster long-term deal with the Colts yesterday. And it really is a monster: six-years, $72 million, which also includes a nice little $30 million signing bonus.
Yeah, you read that correctly, a $30 million signing bonus! Leitch wouldn’t even cop me free fucking Gawker pen when I signed on here. That cheap son of a …
Freeney will receive $37.72 million over the first three years of the contract. In doing the deal, the Colts will save $3.68 million of salary-cap room that they can use to keep other players whose contracts are expiring. The Colts had $3.4 million of cap room before reaching agreement with Freeney.
The deal makes Dwight the highest paid defensive player in NFL history, which is something that the boys over at Stampede Blue agree with. Hm, I like when blogs are happy. It’s just nice, you know?
This is an interesting way to end the blogging day: Ron Artest and Stephen Jackson were just suspended by the NBA for the first seven games of next season. Yes, you read that correctly: next season. 
In case you hadn’t heard, 