The BoSox are sputtering slightly and seem unable to cope with the thrilling blend of youthful exuberance, talent and execution of the Tampa Bay Rays (even after 5 months it still seems weird), and I have a sinking suspicion that the only thing that the NFL season will bring is a continuous highlight reel rehashing the painful and humiliating achievement that was 18-1, which means that it’s time for the first NBA preview of the 2008-2009 season (cue the balloon drop, the sirens and the party music!). 

All joking aside, the NBA season tip off should be fantastic, pairing the Cleveland Cavaliers against the Boston Celtics on Tuesday, October 28th.  In case you were wondering, that’s only forty days and a few hours away, and already I’m giddy and fidgeting like a kid who’s hopped up on adderal on Christmas Eve (nice imagery, no?).  In case you have forgotten the epic battle between these two teams in the second round of the Eastern Conference Playoffs last year, I suggest that you hit up youtube.com for highlights, or better yet just drop by mi casa and I will gladly subject you to the championship DVD (fair warning: you come for one, and you may get sucked into watching the DVD from the Red Sox’ 2004 World Series run).

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Oy.  That’s my initial reaction to the news today that the Boston Celtics have signed former clubhouse cancer Darius Miles to a contract, reaching out to a player who hasn’t played pro basketball in almost two full years.  Just to clarify, Miles now has the opportunity to compete for a spot in the Celtics’ rotation; it is far from certain that he will make the team or even play for the Celtics next year. 

But the Celtics have signed him, which despite turning my stomach worse than a burrito from the Original Taco House on Powell has nonetheless piqued my curiosity about the tantalizingly talented and consistently frustrating player’s potential role with the Boston Celtics.  Most of you out there (if there are still any of you) probably don’t know much about Darius Miles, but as somebody who’s been in Portland to watch him play (and because you asked, Dad), I figure that I’m as good a source as any to enlighten you all about the 6’9” swingman from East St. Louis, Missouri.

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