Blah, blah, blah, blah, LeBron James, blah, blah, blah, LeBron, blah, blah, blah, Kovalchuk, blah, blah.
Tonight, thank God, the LeBron speculation stops, and then the LeBron fallout begins. It’ll be a news story with its own legs for weeks to come, months or years if he lands in New York.
Don’t know when, or if, the Kovalchuk stuff will ever end. Helene Elliott at the L.A. Times is reporting today that the Kings have closed the door, and that this time they may have locked it behind them, as Kovalchuk continues to demand $10M per season. I don’t think he’s getting that, at least not in North America.
Blah, blah, blah.
I read the fabulous piece in Sports Illustrated last week, about the tragedy, the disaster, in the Gulf of Mexico. This is really what we should be discussing. It’s been pushed to the back of the news by alcoholic celebrities and, of course, LeBron, blah, blah.
And I am certainly not making light of the situation down there.
But here’s a little well-deserved mockery of BP. It cracked me up, in a dark way.