HOUSTON?

You can look at the pile of rubble that was a once promising career and throw your hands up to the cruel maker(s) and cry defeat. The hopes, née expectations, of the most populous country in the world need to be tempered; Yao Ming is not Ghengis Khan. Who the hell is Clement Wood? He wrote a fascinating book called "The Outline of Man's Knowledge" in the Roman Calendar year 1927. Yao will be back, those are a paraphrase of his own Associated Press-translated words. The hype on the Rockets was a tandem superstar bicycle of high-post scoring and slashing; leg injuries are gonna make Yao even more plodding (ugh), while somehow making his feathery jumper even more airy methinks (dude is tall and strong enough to just flick that fucker straight in the basket).Brother Ali is rocking to beats that don't blow me away, but do sound like Tom Scott blowing it out. Tracy Mcgrady is on ESPNCHICAGO (the Bristol-based media conglomerate finds a way to corporatize entire cities on the basis of fandom, no surprise!) talking about time with Tim Grover and staff (I have a feeling that learning about the actual staff that Grover employs would be far more interesting than the man himself, who looks a lot like Tim Legler, or maybe not). After 2 minutes of listening, it seems that Ali wants to crossover like AI, but only Jadakiss can do that!

Yao would probably like the song "Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again"; he could make up a fun mental list of all the fascinating references and find relevance in his own action.

Vulva, the scent is the best thing that ever got blogged on deadspin.

Umm, Detroit is a mess. Charlie Villanueva is a fine Blair academy alum. Jason Maxiell is still awesome.