Special emergency edition of The Side Part, because we all had a lot to say after Russell Westbrook’s injury. This column typical runs on Thursday’s and it authored by Tyler Parker of Ballerball. You can follow him on Twitter here.
Down I go into the blackness, deep into the abyss. The dark places people who work at Hot Topic and sit front row at Gwar concerts are afraid to venture to.
This is where your emotions send you when the right meniscus of Russell Westbrook is torn. This is where you go when your sports heart takes a swan dive off the Cliffs of Insanity and you land in a pile of swords made by Inigo Montoya’s father. This is actually inconceivable. Russell Westbrook, the once unbreakable, is hurt.
My beard grows long and patchy and I squint because the sun is new to me. I’m in a robe and Seinfeld boxers, shuffling around in my house shoes with a carton of milk in my hand, muttering the word “wolverine” over and over, and I can’t remember what my name is. Keep Reading…