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I got stuff. It’s rattling through this head of mine. Why not write it down? Awesome idea. And post it on Sports Column… Oh yeah, now I’m thinking like a champ! In the words of Billy Madison: LETS GO!

Remember Anfernee “Penny” Hardaway? When I say that name now what you, I and everyone else think of is a sub par basketball player who somehow makes 15 million dollars a year. People even try to insult him by calling him the “nickel” instead of “penny”. I never quite understood how this was an insult, if my nickname was “g-spot” and people started calling me “million dollar man.” that’s an upgrade in cash, therefore its an upgrade in a nickname.

I am going to love the World Baseball Classic. It doesn’t really matter what happens, it’s going to be awesome.

Even if the Dominican Murders’ Row easily reduces all opposing pitching to a series of puddles or the American staff is as untouchable as LeBron at the trade deadline, just seeing The Grand Old Game seasoned with this type of international flavor is sure to be special.

Sports Illustrated is about to tell the sports world just how good Chris Bosh really is. Somewhere in their upcoming feature, I have to assume, will be the words Kevin Garnett.

Two of the four most storied college basketball programs saunter along similar paths back to greatness.

While growing up in suburban Delaware, I was a huge fan of sports. I practically knew every statistic available by either watching games on television, waking up the minute The News Journal hit the front door, or having the privilege of actually going to a professional sporting event. Julius Erving, Franco Harris and Reggie Jackson were the superstars that made me thirst for knowledge because of the way they affected their respective sports. They were my love. I used to become so angry when sports columnists would speak about Reggie’s ego, Doc being the face of basketball instead of winning a championship, or Franco running out of bounds late in his career. Did these irrelevant afterthoughts have anything to do with what happened on the field?

I think the proper way to get this blog started off is to explain my name: WaitingForAChampionship. Therefore, because I cannot think of anything else to write, this first entry will be devoted to describing the misery I have endured for 19 years.

It’s not easy living being a Philadelphia sports fan. Sure, there have been glory years in the past, but unfortunately for me, they occurred before December 17th, 1986-a date which according to me, is probably the most important day in the last century, beating out D-Day by an impressive margin. My father raised me as an all Philadelphia sports fan- that meant rooting for the Eagles, Phillies, Sixers, and Flyers. God forbid I was a Celtics or Braves fan.  My mother’s contribution to my love of sports? The Kansas Jayhawks, the only team that has provided me with a championship (more on that later). As my father always says, I’m doomed to be disappointed.

It’s getting closer to that time of the year again, when NBA fans(whose numbers are dwindling as we speak) get to play the “NBA GM game.”  For those of you unfamiliar with the game, its kind of like Dungeons and Dragons for hoop fans.  In this game, I will pretend to be an NBA general manager, and try to conceive a trade that would help my team improve.  Unfortunately, given the absurdities of the NBA salary cap, this game is coming dangerously close to requiring an MBA to participate.  

And so with great fanfare I present to you a deal whose time has come: Earl Watson (Denver Nuggets) for Ricky Davis (Celtics).  This is the proverbial deal that helps both sides.