Impending Sense of Doom

I'd like to dedicate this to Red Alert. On some Deborah Winger has cancer shit, The Miami Heat are dying young. Fine. Grace periods and shaving cream. Better luck, uh, next year?

Dwyane Wade: [holding up a sign] I'VE BEEN BUGGED. PLEASE FIND IT. Tell Gary Payton I love him.

There. Is. No. Crying. In. Basketball.

There is, however, vindictiveness. I hope Scott Skiles gets flesh-eating bacteria.

Free Chris Quinn!