Now he's doing horse. It's June.

So three pieces of shit in a row. Slowly circling the drain. Now these are the Nuggets I grew up with. Feels real warm and cozy, like I’ve got family in town.

I was at the Minnesota game with Sim, and it nearly ruined my weekend. Nearly ruined the entire holiday season. It counts as a win, but don't get it twisted: this was a travesty, a Pyrrhic victory. Almost tracked down the scalper for a refund.

Do not—-I repeat DO NOT—-believe G. Karl’s postgame spin: “We were pretty special defensively in the fourth quarter.” You must think the fans are pretty ‘special’ to say that shit out loud, Coach. Antoine Walker and Marko Jaric missing point blank layups is not good defense. They weren’t bricking open threes because Carmelo was running around being special. It was a bad team realizing who they are at the worst possible time (for them).

Anthony Carter is getting plenty of burn. He is Switzerland out there, not bringing anything to the table, not taking anything away. Finally, a force for Neutral. Because Mike Wilks was apparently the problem.

I caught parts of the Houston debacle, enough to see it for what it was: a public castration. Of course, with Kenyon going down early, we were left with Stretch Camby and a bevy of small forwards to contain the giant Yao, so Houston was kind of set up to beat a run down Nuggets team.

Except why are they run down? We’re approximately 8 days into the season. Before Minnesota, I thought the Nugs could at least consistently dominate the shit teams. Now any little good sign that the optimistic side of my brain had highlighted in previous games has been eliminated. There is no good with this team. You bring in good players to the Nuggets, they don’t impose their will and pull this shitbox of a franchise up from the depths. Instead, alas, they find themselves haunted by the twin spirits of Donnel Harvey and Junior Harrington.

The sky is fucking falling, believe it.