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By Joe Torosian

Kick it!

The Indiana Bears sounds like tax revenue going someplace other than Chicago. (Yes, I know they’ll still be called the Chicago Bears.)

Heck, I’d change my name to Herman if it could score me some extra-ducketts in the paycheck—but I’ll never wear the ribbon.

Caitlin Clark going from Indiana to Los Angeles sounds like it won’t work even if it happens.

Is it just me, or are there a lot of rich nuns in San Antonio?

Not only is the San Antonio Spurs roster young, but their public relations/marketing team is even younger. Only an inexperienced double-dumb-butt would have produced and okayed that introduction of the New York Knicks on Friday night.

At that point, the Spurs were down 0-1 and had lost home-court advantage in the series. It wasn’t a time to be cute or a time to have fun. It was a time for everyone to get focused.

Knowing how petty I could be at the low level of sports I played, I’m certain it instilled a little more “blank you!” into the Knicks veterans.

Game Three of the Stanley Cup Final had an interesting opening, but it wasn’t insulting to the visiting Hurricanes.

Old Complaint Department: No one should collect fives from teammates after a missed free throw. It is a repugnant sight.

I don’t even know who this Karl-Anthony Towns is…So I asked my friend Brian Setzer what he thought.

“Knicks KAT strut, he’s the Knicks KAT
A New York Knickerbocker
(Hey, man, that’s KAT)
Spurs throwing at him everything they can
Even Wembanyama can’t stop this man.”

I’m pro Wemby, but something’s off when the big man doesn’t pick up his first foul until there’s eight minutes left in the third.

I know he’s light in the frame, and his length affects his center of gravity, but the Fighting Frenchman spends too much time on the perimeter. In the next few years, he needs—desperately—to add a sky hook to his game.  

Spurs are down by nine to start the fourth, but HC Mitch Johnson—instead of working with his team—has to speak to Lisa Salters so that we can learn nothing!

If anything is jejune in sports, beyond giving fives on a missed free throw–it’s these mid-game interviews.

Last Add Game Two: Wemby should have rolled to the hole on the final play.

Wow! Blake Treinen refused to wear the ribbon.

#61—May the San Francisco Giants rot and lie stinking in the earth…

Sunday Night Baseball on NBC, Giants-Cubs,…talk about a yawning festival.

Last Add WNBA: In some ways, many ways, it is the poster child for the Welfare State.

Did it get settled, or is the SoFi Workers Union going out on strike with the World Cup set to begin?

Not a sports thing, but I prefer “Frasier” to “Cheers.”

Watching the Golden Knights’ Mitch Marner record a hat trick on Saturday night reminded me of the time I saw one in person.

December 12, 1981, Kings’ defenseman Ian Turnbull scored four goals in a 7-5 win over the Vancouver Canucks. When he scored the third one, all the hats came sailing onto the ice. I’d never seen anything like it.

Do people come to a hockey arena with an extra hat to throw in case of a hat trick? I doubt they throw their own.

The Golden Knights are like that guy who goes to Vegas, wins some dough, but doesn’t know when to leave. So his friends have to drag him away from the tables before he loses his savings, his house, and his soul.

Note to Vegas: Shorten sail when up by three in the third.

I don’t watch much college baseball, but I thought USC had North Carolina beat…until the Tar Heels got some mail-in runs at the end.

It used to be nothing was over until the Fat Lady sings, now nothing is over until the mail-ins are counted a week later.

Last Add NBA Finals: A seat in the Madison Square Garden rafters for Game Three will run you $4,877. For a seat in Section Four, behind the Spurs bench? $152,033.

The Dude abides…

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