I was hoping that by this point in the week I’d have some fun little anecdotes to share about how Orlando is shaping up for All-Star Weekend, but short of about 60 more homeless people than usual and some banners, I haven’t noticed much yet. In fact, I’m mega bummed, you guys. My buddy got me on the guest list for Diddy’s All-Star party this weekend and I was super pumped to go and take really awkward pictures next to all of the celebrities in attendance (“Hey is that Joey Fatone with Skeet Ulrich???”) but word on Church Street is that the party was cancelled thanks to some screw up by a promoter. Bummers, y’all.
But I’m still gonna do my best to put together a fun recap for next Monday, because I’m perpetually bound to run into ridiculous stuff on a weekend like this. I may still attend the Rising Stars Challenge and Dunk Contest, but the real fun is going to be at the bars, so I will stick to what I do best. My prediction? I end up bare-knuckle boxing Aaron Carter behind a Steak-N-Shake dumpster. Fingers crossed!
(Images via the AP and Getty.)






















I find myself laughing at the ‘Sorry we suck’ one way more than I should be
Kemba’s bread was my favorite because the Bobcats are so terrible.
That bread even looked like shit. The Charlotte Bobcats hand out the Charlotte Bobcats of bread to the Charlotte Bobcats of people.
I too support the “Bread for Suck” pic.
Beckham’s boys have bent boners.
No way that Pistons pic is authentic. No way that dude is that pale and not an albino/dead
+1000000000000000000000 for Prince Valium
Number 20: It’s hard to believe that just five years ago those girls were only in grade school.
Number 1: Burnsy, I know I’ve heard the “not so fast, ___” line before but I don’t remember when or where? It’s gonna drive me crazy, hopefully you can fill me in…