Craig Tyson Adams

  Iconoclastic Irving I bet you thought it couldn’t get weirder What the hell is up with Kyrie Irving ? His recent posts and statements with anti-Semitic overtones are way out of line. Irving’s refusal to consider an apology shows a lack of empathy for humanity. One thing is clear, he’s not boring. If you write about sports, there won’t be a few weeks that go by that he’s not generating a story somehow or some way. Is he just putting us all on, or is there some kind of psychological misfire that’s happening? Irving, who plays point guard for the NBA’s Brooklyn Nets , is a superiorly talented player. He can do things on the floor with the ball in his hands that other players wish they could do. Kyrie has also was traded multiple times and is also a bit of a coach killer. He’s played for nine different coaches in his twelve year career. His current team, the Brooklyn Nets troika of talent comprising Irving, Kevin Durant , and Ben Simmons should be favorites to win the leagues Eastern

  When the Los Angeles Lakers acquired Russell Westbrook a year ago, I was hoping for the best. Westbrook is a singular talent. He’s a type that excels at aspects of offence all himself. A player that handles the ball up and down the court. Westbrook averages what the league statisticians call a triple-double. He averages double figures in points, assists and rebounds. The dominant player that can be a one-man team. If he was in show business, he’d be the writer, director and star of his own production. The Lakers won a championship in 2020. They were beating the eventual Western Conference champion Phoenix Suns in the playoffs when disaster struck. Their superstar duo, LeBron James and Anthony Davis, went down injured and they lost the series and their season was over. James isn’t getting any younger, so the Lakers went out and got another future hall-of-famer to give James a break. The three NBA greats got together and agreed to change their way of playing to fit into a system that

My feet are cold. I tried to pull them back under the covers. But, no matter how much I try, I can’t get them covered. This is weird. The sun is up and glaring through the windows, so I throw the sheets back and twist myself to put my feet on the floor. As my eyes adjust, my knees are eye level. “What the hell is going on?” I stand up and look down. The bed looks like a postage stamp. My dog usually gets up at the same time. He’s awake, but instead of smiling and wagging his tail, he cocked his ears up and he’s looking at me sideways like the RCA dog. Still disoriented, I head to the bathroom and forget to duck until the last second. Did the house shrink? I enter the bathroom and look in the mirror. “Holy shit! I’m Kevin Durant !” I stand up straight to look at myself in the mirror. I’m so tall all I can see is my torso. I put my arms out and flex and realize I am now an adonis! Cool! What to do? Imagining the possibilities is sensory overload. First things first. I have to find someth