Sixers line: It’s telling me something. Higher than margin of Game 1. Sadly, Heat.
Goal: Bouche. I like Bob. Think he’s highly talented. But he’s been wildly inconsistent and was flopping around like a late-career Ron Hextall on Saturday. Stay in the net, Bob. Bouche is steady, experienced, and the perfect come-full-circle story to lead this team to the Cup.
Gonzo or Murphy: I actually enjoy both of their work. Gonzo has the balls to be different and is generally funny. Since leaving 97.5, he’s taken the Buzz Bissinger go fuck yourself road. I like it. Murphy, on the other hand, while oozing dangerous levels of smug that could pollute post-tsunamic waters (too soon?), writes with humor and color. It’s a breath of fresh air from a beat writer. That being said, Gonzo made fun of his game. Gonzo.
Tortured existence: Lavs’ gum. It’s the mucilage equivalent of children who are told to leave the room when daddy yells at mommy.
Crossing Broads: Michelle Beadle. Cute, perky, and hosted an entire series devoted to showing off baseball parks.
Crossing Bros: I’m fairly certain Ville Leino has fucking killed someone with a fishing line. That wins.