I was so lustily fantasizing about an OKC big 3 reunion on Friday that I completely overlooked a juicy component to the dream:Continue reading “HOW COULD I FORGET!!!!!”
And now, an idea from the annals of “this will never fucking happen,” courtesy of the late-night meanderings of my Knicks-wary mind:Continue reading “A Big 3 Reunion (Fantasy/Nightmare)”
That is the catch-22, Sisyphean, perpetually-doomed question.Continue reading “To Knicks, or Not to Knicks”
Fine. I give in:
As a devout enshriner of challenging art, describing a movie as puzzling is by no means a pejorative.
WHY THE FUCK DO THE FUCKING NEW YORK KNICKERFUCKERS KEEP FUCKING WINNING?!?!
Hello, it’s me, Steven, Knicks fan, and an unabashedly-shameless proponent of overt tanking.
Critical circles perpetuate two schools of thought concerning artistic canons that really piss me off.
Live theatre, by its very nature, is a practical art form.