So he's gonna sit a vet and then he and Kenny might trade one plus a kid or two.

Uncle Mike will spring for a Fresca and he'll tell Ansar how cool it was to watch you win a game of Boggle on the plane. But when it comes right down to it, he just wants to win and I'm pretty good with that.

I think something's brewing on that there horizon.

And Uncle Mike doesn't give two shits who it is that gets dealt if it means #12 becomes more of a possibility. No, I don't mean 13 or 40 so just stop. I mean a 51 or a 4, but never a 43. Ever. I don't even remember what number Quichedouchebag wears, because I shield my eyes instead of looking at him...but if we can trade him...YEP.

With every game this team wins without a healthy complement, Tick Tock is getting itchier. I know he's done exactly jack squat to make Detroy-et better but tonite he should be reminded that anyone can win in this league built by a parody-driven midget. Anyone. Even the Kings. Win, win, win...deal. Win, win, win...deal. Next thing you know Uncle Mike's got himself a contender.

We headed west because we felt that a change would do us good. Good for the soul, you know. Well, now it's time for a Live Blog, bitches.