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— Charlotte Hornets (@Hornets) May 20, 2014
It’s official: The Bobcats are dead. Long live the Hornets, the second of their name.
Angular! Stingy! Where does the new Hornet rank among the NBA’s (admittedly very lame) pantheon of logos?
Welcome to “Pretty Much Screwed,” our definitive guide to the upcoming NBA season. This team-by-team preview details why it’s probably not your favorite team’s year. Now: Let’s discuss the Charlotte Bobcats, whose cheerleaders last week decided to honor our troops by dressing in camouflage outfits for Columbus Day. Wait, what?
Brendan Haywood Is Angry At This Tabloidy Book About Dating Athletes, Says Author Should ‘Jump Off A Tall Building’
Brendan Haywood, a center on the Charlotte Bobcats, was seemingly enraged when he saw a friend’s Instagram post about the book “Up On Game” by Mandii B. of the website FullCourtPumps. In the words of the author, the book details “eight different experiences with eight different athletes by eight different girls,” but that isn’t the idea that Haywood got.
The Charlotte Bobcats will be given permission by the NBA today to change their name to the Hornets, according to a report by the Charlotte Observer. This is big news, mostly because there’s literally no sports going on today. Chances are, the name isn’t going to rub off and the Bobcats will still suck.
The Bobcats Are The Hornets Again, Which Means Their Awesome Purple And Teal Uniforms Might Return. Which Reminds Us, This 1988 Uniform Reveal Video Is Fantastic.
So now the important question becomes, Kidd-Gilchrist or Harrison Barnes? Nikola Pekovic or Greg Monroe? There’s shame and glory to be had everywhere, so assign at your disposal.
So, did you actually take off from work yesterday? We know that petition was floating around to make the Monday after the Super Bowl a national holiday, and we know that these petitions are kind of dumb. Still, there were probably a lot of hungover people at work yesterday, which means early to bed, too. In case you’re one of those, here’s what you missed in non-football. Oh, and by the way, it’s going to be like this for the next six months – so you should really try basketball or something.
With a game noted for its fluidity and athleticism, you sometimes forget Dwyane Wade’s getting up there in years (unless you’re Charles Barkley; then you have no problem forgetting). But while the Heat’s second best player is losing a step or two because of his advancing age (he’s 30), he’s gaining in other areas: Notably, in his ability to pull off covertly chippy maneuvers. By “covertly chippy maneuvers,” we mean he literally kicked Ramon Sessions in his 26-year-old junk. Old Man Wade would eventually be caught with his knee in the junk drawer, but the Heat left Charlotte with a 105-92 win. And they got to meet Ric Flair! [Ball Don't Lie]