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!!!!!”
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.
Now THIS is what I’m talking about.
Live theatre, by its very nature, is a practical art form.