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D.J.

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Getting hit with the cold truth hurts.
Hanging out in the shadows cast by the debuts of Dwight Howard, Steve Nash, the Princeton Offense and the return of Kobe Bryant was the Dallas Mavericks, a team everyone assumed would play the role of wrestling jobber -- hang around for a few minutes, show off a few moves, and then take that fall late in the match.
Basketball is back!
Our ideas of fun may be completely different.
When one door closes, another one opens.
We all have at least a little bit of stubbornness in us.
Last season, Jeremy Lin coming out of nowhere (and the ensuing Linsanity) was the perfect headlining story for a crazy, compacted season.
The losses just keep piling up for the Magic, and the season hasn’t even started yet.
Last Season: Coming off their incredible championship season, the Mavericks let defensive anchor Tyson Chandler go to New York in order to retain future cap flexibility.
Remember that scene from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when the bad guy “chooses poorly” and ages rapidly until he deteriorates into nothingness?
Breakups are never fun, but sometimes it just has to be done.
Everyone has that buddy that acts perfectly logical and sane, but forces you to reevaluate your friendship after he blurts out something like, “Carlos Boozer is going to win MVP this year!”
At this point, every roll of the ankle for Stephen Curry is accompanied by concern, frustration, and that all-too-familiar queasy feeling.
This may seem like a big deal, because LeBron James is kind of a big deal.
No one has ever accused the Utah Jazz of being too trendy.