...And All I've Got To Do Is Act Naturally

"Well, I'll bet you I'm gonna be a big star
Might win an Oscar you can never tell
The movies gonna make me a big star
'Cause I can play the part so well." -- Ringo Starr

It was only a matter of time before I began my metoric rise to stardom in this world. Some thought that my exciting expose on the final game of Teen Wolf would have sent me into the stratosphere. Others proclaimed that it was critical analysis of The Beatles' Guitar Hero video game that it would make me fly like an eagle among a bunch of turkey's.

But after watching the Pacers dismantle the Wizards on Sunday, it was apparent that my rise to superstardom has begun with my appearance in two commercials for the Pacers. Oh yes, I am an acting sensation! Move over Sean Penn and Al Pacino, I'm on the fast track to play a gay man who runs a mob family and win an Oscar.

It'd be one thing if I was in only one commercial like my cousin Bo, who is riding my acting coattails to stardom of his own. But for me, I'm not in one...but two. That's 2. As in Two of the best commercials seen on TV. NOTE: (the following was written by Mrs. Thug Mrs. as I went to the potty) I look pretty good, other than the fact that my hair needed to be cut (looks like a fluffy helmet). I believe they saved the commercials for the games prior to the Pacers heading to the playoffs. It is just good karma to have the number one fan (Tierney is #2, Bo #3) starring in the commercials that the lead to their championship. END NOTE (back to me).

You may be wondering the content of these commercials. That's understandable. Let's just say that I look like a cross between "Blue Steel" from Zoolander and the Optimus Prime transformer while casually looking at hats in the Pacers Gift Shop. The other commercial features my cousin, aka Bo, in all our glory as we promote the College Night experience for Pacer fans by pointing furiously at our jerseys and chanting "Hey, we're in an effin commercial" at the camera. It's awesome. Your next question is "Where can I see this commercial?" Well, soon you'll be able to purchase these commercials by buying the "Biography: Sean Stevenson" DVD available through the History Channel. Now this won't be available for about 40 years after I've completed my domination of the world, but for now, you'll just have to check your local listings for Pacer games.

Now some people, such as my douche-bag brother-in-law Cameron who happens to be sitting next (to) me while I write this, thinks that this new-found fame will go straight to my head. To that I say, "Cameron, you can go suck the balls off a monkey." Obviously this is the start of something great and if the thousands of fans who are seeking autographs of their favorite commercial persona since Vince from SlapChop have anything to say, it's that I'm the Next Great Thing.

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I spent this past weekend livin' it up in Chi-town as I visited to catch the Bulls-Pacers game at the United Center on Saturday. The game started off great as the Pacers jumped out to a double-digit lead behind the magic rookie plays of Rush Hour, but as soon as the Mrs. Thug Mrs. and I started to get cocky about it, the Pacers blew their load and the Bulls bounced back behind the seven, count 'em 7, monstrous blocks by Err Dizz's boi, Tyrus Thomas. After Hibbert absolutely destroyed Thomas on one play, T-Time went into "F-You" mode and took control of the game. It was a tough loss, but the mini United Center statues made for a good time. SIDE NOTE: Can the Pacers hire away some of the Bulls' entertainment staff? Seriously, every single time out and pre-game show was about 347 percent better than the Pacers ever produce at home games. Let's go people! I don't pay for these tickets (literally) for nothing but a damn anti-aircraft t-shirt launcher. I need more!

Hello, Mr. Radio
It's down to the Final Four of Megan Fox, Lucy Pinder, Jennifer Aniston and Adriana Lima. After some really close analyzation, here's my vote. Enjoy.

The Hibby Hibby Shakes
As I mentioned above, Roy "Young Hakeem" Hibbert dominated Thomas on one play and as I've said many times before that you can't just win the battle, you have to go Hiroshima on someone's ass to win the war. Apparently, Hibbert decided against nuclear holocaust. Hibbert came back with a nice 12-point, eight rebound performance in a win against Washington on Sunday, but he struggled with only six points in a WIN against the Bulls yesterday. But, really, this is just small potatoes compared to the dance that I designed to use whenever he scores or comes into the game. It's called, get ready for it, the Hibby Hibby Shake. It's really more like a shuffle, but it gets the job done. I hope you all join in and do the Hibby Hibby Shake with me with all of your might.

My Sox are White
You are cool. April Fools! Man, I got you. Here's something to cheer you up. This seems like a video montage that you can really enjoy.

Info for Bo
The 93-94 Pacers are limping into April with a 37-33 record after an April Fool's Day loss to Miami. Having gone 4-5 in their last nine games, the Pacers looked destined for a high seed in the playoffs and possibly a first-round matchup against the might Knicks. How will they ever turn their season around? Apparently Reggie Miller and Rik Smits played an April Fool's Day prank on the team as they said, "Ok, we're going to play today. April Fools!" Oh those pranksters. Reggie scored only 12 points and Smits added 11 as the team relied on Dale Davis' extreme offensive prowess as he totaled a game-high 20 points. Byron Scott added 20 points off the bench and Derrick McKey contributed five fouls and 2-of-8 shooting from the field. In other news, WrestleMania is this weekend. Hopefully this helps to get you ready.

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Joel passed this along to me and it makes sense. I'm not a fan of Twitter, yet I do enjoy Tom's facebook status updates, so that doesn't make sense. Just watch the clip. Enjoy.

Nearly the Beginning of the End

Crisis averted!

Excuse me a second while I grasp my breath as I've been holding it since 12:30 p.m. today. The reason? Well, I casually turned on my CBS On Demand video on my laptap in order to keep an eye on the No. 2 ranked Memphis-No. 15 CSU Northridge NCAA men's tournament basketball game. I glanced ocassionally over at the computer to check on the score. Expecting to see a line of "Memphis 45, CSU 10" I was punched repeatidly in the groin/gut by my computer, not literally, of course, but the figurative punch had enough force to make me fall to the ground in a crying fit as I watched my pick for the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP begin to fall down in flames in a HUGE (note the caps) first-round upset.

The conversation that would dominate the next three weeks of my life flashed before my eyes.

Stranger: "So, how is your bracket shaping up."
Me: [Bang] "And, you're dead."

Now I was being charged with murder just because some bald dumbass asked me about my bracket, which I screwed up royally by having MY championship team go out in the first round. Would God ever forgive me for killing so recklessly? I really didn't mean to do it. I didn't even know I owned a gun. Maybe he had picked Memphis too and we could have bonded over our lost bracket by downing a few drinks over a few laughs. But, instead, I shot the bastard.

This was the dilemma I was facing at about 2:15 today. Life in jail or on my way to bracket glory. I turned off the CBS On Demand feature. I couldn't take the suspense, especially when the score was being flashed on my TV screen before the action happened on my computer, thus forcing me to experience a Northridge 3-pointer two times in the span of 20 seconds.

When it looked as though my destiny was set to a future of hanging with the "Sisters" in a New England prison for the rest of my life, the sun broke through the clouds and Memphis pulled away. Take that Warden Norton! You'll never get me in Shawshank!! By the time the final buzzer sounded, Memphis made it look easy with a 81-70 victory, thus saving my bracket until at least Saturday.

The beginning of the end will have to wait until another day. My Final Four includes Memphis, Pitt, Louisville and Syracuse. Yeah, put a spork in me cuz I'm done.

Turn up the Aperture!
I'm sure you're already aware of this, but you are apparently on the same page with all amateur photogs about how citizen photography is just as good as professional photography. I can really imagine you agreeing with this as it sounds amazing. Also, I'm thinking about becoming a part-time stock photog. How would you feel about this? As a stock photog, would I be considered better or worse than a citizen photog? I would argue that all photography is stock photography since it is all useless. Again, you can thank me later for causing the beginning of the end of stock photography.

Hello Mr. Radio
Here's a tournament that you can really enjoy...too many pics to choose from so just follow the damn link....enjoy!

Info for Bo
Your 2008-09 Pacers are currently 28-41 and I think it's safe to say that they're not making the playoffs. Of course, Mike Wells, the beat writer for the Indy Star, is not holding back his frustration. I've never read so much anger and hostility towards a team in a "gamer" article. He obviously must hate his job with the passion only equaled by Hitler's affection for pets. But on a lighter note, the 93-94 Pacer squad pulled out a solid 107-103 win against the Jazz on March 19, 1994. The win gave Indiana a 34-29 record, but rough waters were ahead as they lost their next three of four games. But we shall focus on the win. Karl Malone exploded a nut on the Pacers by scoring 37 points, but it was the Pacers' even scoring (Reggie Miller 17 points, Rik Smits 19 points, Sam Mitchell 14 points and the notorious Derrick McKey added 14 points) that led the team to victory. Dale Davis came ready to play as he contributed five fouls, three turnovers and three points. Thank you Dale for nearly causing the beginning of the end of the 93-94 season.

Mrs. Thug Mrs.
Anoop Dog!!

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In honor of my sister-in-law's former college, I present this dunk, which was nearly the beginning of the end of this dude's life. Enjoy.

Put Me Down For Morehead State

Oh, the fun it must be to go to Morehead State. And I thought we had it good at Ball State.

But, alas, everywhere I went today (which turned out to be a failed trip to Petsmart that resulted in me being turned away at the counter because I forgot my wallet at home) people kept asking me who I had winning my bracket. Unlike the 200,000 people who had filled out their brackets on ESPN an hour after the selections were announced last night, I decided to hold off making my predictions until after the NCAA tournament had been completed.

But no one will give me a break after my stunning prediction of Tom Brady's season-ending injury, so now everybody wants a piece of me. I have filled out one tentative bracket, which resulted in a Final Four consisting of Louisville, Memphis, Pitt and Syracuse. But that's not gonna work (especially after Pitt and Syracuse dropped the ball on the cheerleading pics). For one, no way Syracuse is making it and for two, there's no way more than one No. 1 seed will be in the Final Four. So there have to be some changes made. But I'm really looking forward to the women's bracket being released when The Ball State University is given the righteous path to its first and only national championship. It's amazing the drastically different paths that the men's and women's teams took after Scheid the Glide and I were beat-off reporters in 2006. The women's team is headed towards hanging a banner in Peyton Stovall Arena, while I effectively destroyed everything and everyone associated with the men's team. Winner = me.

So, hopefully, I can give a better bracket prediction before Thursday so you all can get your brackets situated with my bold predictions. What's that Ringo? You're wondering if I'm so clever, how come my wife beats me down like a Keenan Thompson and Tracey Morgan skit every year? Well, Ringo, maybe you should think about who puts your food out every morning before you ask dumbass questions. I'm this close to calling Bo over to do the "flying Ringo" trick for an hour straight. Then we'll see who asks the questions around here.

The Hibby Hibby Shakes
Well, Young Hakeem has played in two games since our most recent check-up on the future Hall-of-Fame center. Let's see how he did. Both were Pacer losses, as the team struggles through a four-game losing streak. But that's for another section. On Friday, Hibbert played almost 30 minutes, made six shots, scored 15 points and grabbed seven rebounds. Most notably, he had only two fouls. Of course, the Indianapolis "Hey everybody we're dying like a worm inside of a dead mule" Star then featured Hibbert in its Sunday Edition by touting Young Hakeem's offense weapons while demeaning his defensive abilities. Not cool. Of course the Star outdid itself by calling the team the "Pathetic Pacers" in headlines after Sunday's loss to the Raptors. But, I'm for ya Roy. I wouldn't be surprised if you won Defensive Player of the Year and Rookie of the Year (you can't spell Roy without ROY) this year. You are da man! But anyways, apparently coach Jim O'Brien (who also does the weather for Fox News in the morning and should be having an awesome day tomorrow for St. Patty's Day) decided to listen to the Star and only play Hibbert in junk time minutes after the Raptors had blown us out on Sunday. Needless to say, the road to the lottery is looking clearer and clearer.

Hello Mr. Radio
When in doubt...enjoy.

Info for Bo
So, while the 08-09 Pacers have decided to just vomit on the court instead of playing basketball, the 93-94 Pacers are heating up for the playoffs. On March 16, 1994, the Pacers crushed the Suns 109-98 at Market Square despite Kevin Johnson, Charles Barkley and Cedric Ceballos combining for 63 points. Reggie Miller led the way with 34 points on 13-0f-19 shooting, while Kenny Williams and Rik Smiths (yer boi) added 18 points apiece. Not surprisingly, Derrick McKey did not play. The win improved the Pacers to a 33-29 record.

My Sox are White
I'm assuming you were at fault for this situation.

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For all you Notre Dame fans.

The First Edition of the "Hibby Hibby Shakes"

How this blog post hasn't happened yet is an absolute disgrace to my credibility. Roy "The Hibby Hibby Shakes" Hibbert is nearing the end of his rookie season with the Indiana Pacers, and since I happen to be his numero uno card collector in the entire world, you'd think that I would have been keeping track of his season with this publishing giant and media darling of a blog.

Instead, it took 3/4 of the season before my damn cousin gave me the idea. Un-b-leave-a-bull. I'm not going to try to recap what's already happened this season. But I think I can use a couple of stats to mislead you into thinking that he's a Rookie of the Year candidate.

But, first, in case you don't know who the man behind the Hibby Hibby Shakes is, please take a moment to visit his fact-driven Wikipedia page. Here you will see a man with a sporty afro, wearing a nice, clean-cut polo shirt while giving that glancing smile to the camera and his millions of fans across the world. What a nice guy right?

Hibbert is always the first guy off the bench when the team calls a timeout as he races to them to give the NBA high-five (it's like a high-five but the act of contact is completed about five feet higher than an average man's high-five) or give the unnecessary slap on-the-arse, which I noticed has not lost any of its awkwardness or novelty when I sat in the second row for two games this year. I thought the butt slap had finally fallen out of favor with NBA players just like how Anoop has fallen out of favor with the American Idol judges, but just like Anoop, the butt slap is just as common as ever and is back with a vegence. I know that I personally can't get enough of seeing a 7-foot-3 black man forego the chest bump so he can bang the ass of a 6-foot-3 white point guard (maybe "bang the ass" is not the right phrase here). Anyways, Hibbert is the future of the NBA. Let's take a look at the season stats.

Hibbert has started 27 of the 54 games that he's played in this year. In comparison, Reggie Miller only started 10 games his rookie year so lookout Las Vegas as your new stadium for the Pacers may eventually be known as the Roy Hibbert Pyramid (it's Vegas). Hibbert scored a season-high 19 points against New Orleans, and compiled a season-high nine rebounds against the Cavs. Now, some of you might ask "Well, shouldn't a 7-foot-3 guy get double-digit rebounds at least once in a season? Maybe he's not trying." I recommend that you shut the fuck up, seriously. Hibbert's been hearing that crap ever since he was at Georgetown. He's out there busting his buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.

Hibbert is averaging 17.7 points, 8.3 rebounds and 3.0 blocks per game. That's almost Russell and Chamberlain numbers. Now, to be totally honest, those numbers are based on "if" he were playing 36 minutes per game. He actually only plays 13 minutes so I think you have to go with the 36 minutes numbers to make sure that everything is fair. The only problem with the 36-min averages is that he would average 8.2 fouls per game. That means he would foul out twice in one game. Now I've never read the NBA rule book, but I'm pretty sure it specifically states that you can't do that...unless you're a 7-foot-3 black man who could break David Stern's body into quarters.

Now that you know everything there is to know about Roy Hibbert, let's review his most recent performance in a loss to Utah on Tuesday. The big man scored 12 points, blocked five shots, made all four free throws (eat your ass out Shaq), and happened to foul out cuz the refs in this league blow.

Well that's it for close reading of Hibbert's performance the other night. Considering I finally picked up the radio station about one minute before Hibbert fouled out in the fourth quarter, I didn't really get the chance to enjoy it. So hopefully I can keep you all up-to-date on the rest of Hibbert's rookie season.

Hello Mr. Radio
Hillary Fisher...enjoy.

My Sox are White
The "big bad blog dedicated to the Err Dizz" will be posted within the next week. I've got a feeling that I'll have plenty of time on my Spring Break next week to do this and make you a happy camper.

Mrs. Thug Mrs.
Jon and Kate are denying the recent reports that their marriage has fallen apart. I think Kate needs to marry Anoop. Now that's a reality show that I can enjoy.

You Tube...no, you're a tube
So I always wonder why out of the 7,983 cable stations on my TV, how none of them ever show any Three Stooges episodes on like a Saturday or Sunday morning...well, thank God for you tube. Enjoy.

Here Are Your....Las Vegas Pacers!

The ball has started rolling.

The Indiana Pacers, which has reported a $30 million loss this year, has said enough is enough and that the great people of Indianapolis must start paying the operating costs of Reggie Miller Fieldhouse, or else...

So, folks, welcome to the official blog of the 2011-12 Las Vegas Pacers. Of course, that team won't get to play at all that year because of the pending NBA lockout, but that will give them time to move Reggie Miller Fieldhouse to Vegas and it will give me and the Mrs. Thug Mrs. enough time to come back from Liverpool (see previous blog) and find teaching jobs at the MGM so we can still be season-ticket holders.

Before I get too carried away here, I want to thank our most valued readers for their comments on the last blog.

Several points need to be made: 1) My readership has exploded from 12 visitors per day to a juicy 25 readers per day...so a big thank you to those of you who hit the refresh button 10 times when you visit the site; 2) Joel just made an awesome comment about my Pacers and hence has pushed me to blog about the demise of my favorite sports franchise, but Joel's post has pushed other amazing ideas for other readers to the background, such as these; 3) Bo suggested a Roy Hibbert career tracker, and this will begin starting with tonight's game against the Utah Jazz. It would have started after the previous game, but I didn't want to start the chronicalling of his Hall-of-Fame career with a DNP; 4) I owe the Err Dizz an entire blog post and had this Pacer thing not shook my body like an epileptic form of syphilis, then I would have deditcated this to you, but alas! it must wait; 5) Tom is right, thank God that my cat and best friend, Ringo, is not named Yoko or I would have to beat him for not letting Paul release "Carnival of Light"; and 6) Sara, I'm assuming you were speaking of Oasis.

Back to my Las Vegas Pacers. Reports surfaced last night that the Capital Improvement Board is saying that the Pacers can't afford to pay the $15 million operating cost of Reggie Miller Fieldhouse and that the CIB must take on this money. The CIB said that the Pacers have not threatened to leave the city, but it's pretty obvious that it was implied. Now, today, the Pacers owners have finally spoken out and are repeating what was said last night that they need to get the team financially stable before they give it to their "heirs" whoever the hell those people are. I'm assuming their "heirs" are distant relatives of the Coreleone family living in Vegas. If I could, I'd like to officially announce my name for consideration to be one of the Simon heirs. I'll do whatever it takes to get this, whether I need to put a dead horse in David Stern's bed or lock lips with my own brother while on a trip in Cuba, I'll do whatever needs to happen.

Now, the Pacers claimed they've lost money in nine of the past 10 years, which is probably not good. Obviously the tax breaks that come with owning a sports franchise is good enough that the Simons haven't said anything until this year, when their malls are being bent over and Kobe'd into oblivion by the economic crisis.

Had the Colts not gone all crazy and made the CIB pay for their new stadium, then we probably wouldn't be having this discussion because the Pacers would already be on Mayflower moving trucks and heading for the Vegas Strip.

The question now (which is in the poll to your right) is which NBA team should I start secretly rooting for so I can ultimately make the switch to another team w/o going into a seismic depression upon the Pacers scooting out of town. There are several teams that can't even be mentioned as possible destinations for my love, and they include -- the Knicks, Lakers, Pistons, Heat, Clippers and Bobcats (for obvious reasons). I've narrowed the list down to three teams that can earn my heart, and they are -- the Rockets (based solely on the fact that I just listened to their 32-year-old GM for an hour on the Bill Simmons podcast), the Las Vegas Pacers (new city, but same name) or...the Chicago Bulls (this could only happen if three things happen -- the Clown Joke (that's Joakim Noah for some of you who aren't in the know) is shot, tarred and feathered and hung from the rafters during pre-game introductions -- that their GM and coach is given the same treatment as the Clown Joke and -- that the 1981 trade between the Pacers (giving up the 1984 draft pick) and the Blazers (giving up journeyman Tom Owesn) be rescinded and burned from history, therefore giving the No. 2 pick in the 84 draft back to the Pacers who then draft Michael Jordan instead of dumbass Sam Bowie and therefore those "six" championships the Bulls won in the 90's are then transferred to the now defunct Pacer team. Lots of options to deal with here.

So, now there's a crisis brewing in Pacer land. Reggie Miller Fieldhouse's future is in jeopardy. Will the Hibby Hibby Shakes continue to rock Indy for the next 20 years? In order to help us cope with this crisis, I present this video...

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Pack Your Bags, We're Moving to Liverpool

You know it's been a rough few weeks when Bo and Eric have posted mega blogs, and then Eric posted a SECOND blog before I could post on my site. Un-b-leave-a-bull. We're at midterm season here at College University and I'm spending most of my free time by critically analyzing 19th-century literature and writing essays.

But today is a new day! Two reasons for this: 1) Bunch of breaking news and 2) it's the weekend biatch and I got nothing else to do. So party on Ringo!

I was going to go all "93-94 Pacer Update" on yer asses, mainly because Bo took us on a fantastic future trip to the 2011-12 Pacers and showed us that we're all doomed to hell, and so I wanted to take us back to the past to give us something positive to think about. But then I realized that there was just too much Beatle news to talk about. I know, Joel, they're basically all dead. But there's big news afoot here and no dead Beatle is gonna stop me...

...the Mrs. Thug Mrs. and I are moving to Liverpool for two years come this August! It's going to be awesome. I've never even visited England before or flown across the pond! I'm super dupity excited. Now, Tierney doesn't know this yet, but I'm pretty sure she'll be estactic when I tell her the news. The reason for our trip to Red Coat Land? Well, Liverpool Hope University has started a Masters of Arts degree entitled The Beatles, Popular Music and Society. It's a four 12-week program that studies everything Beatles. Obviously this is a brilliant idea and Rivals.com ranks me the most coveted rookie out of the 2009 class. So, as you can imagine, I'm being heavily recruited for this thing with some backdoor offerings of cars, hoes and other backdoor variety options. But I'm not taking any of that. No sir! I'm going there on my own merit and I'm going to study Yoko like no one's studied Yoko before.

I'm sure the Thus Mrs. is fine with this, so we'll be shipping off shortly. And the news keeps getting better!

While we're over there on Sept. 9, 2009 (that's 9/9/09 for you conspiracy theorists), the Beatles video game will be released. So make sure you save $249.99 for the special edition band set of the game where you get replicas of Paul's Hofner Bass, John and George's Rickenbacker Guitars and Ringo's nose. I'm excited. So not only will I be taking classes in Liverpool, I'll be playing the Beatles video game with my wife! Man is she going to be so excited about this. She loves video games!!

Finally, you may still be wondering about the "lost" Beatles outtake from two weeks ago. Well, I found it and I own it, so suck on them apple cores EMI! The 10-minute version of Revolution could rock the socks off of a homeless naked boy. I would post the song here, but my daily visitor number has skyrocketed to 12, and six of those are probably record executives so we're gonna move on past the litigation portion of this blog so...on to the links...

Hello, Mr. Radio
Let's make this a good one since there hasn't been one in a while...enjoy.

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I felt bad that we introduced this segment and then killed it off immediately, but the photog fans of this blog have been yearning and demanding for a return. Here's an interesting look at the future of photojournalism by some dude who works for an independent paper in Bangladesh. Sounds pretty legit to me. I didn't read it as I know that the future of photojournalism is, well, nothing. There is no future. It's as dead as a naked homeless boy.

I Me Mine
This segment is dedicated to the other Sean Stevenson's in the world who somehow land in my news alerts/google search. This article talks about world-famous cricket player Sean Stevenson, who will aparently "resume openers on 14." I'm assuming that's the equivalent of hitting three grand slams in one game. So...thank you for bringing celebrity and greatness to our name.

Mrs. Thug Mrs.
In case you missed it up above, we're moving to Liverpool. Here's all you need to know about the city.

Info for Bo
You're getting the 93-94 Pacer update. On March 5, 1994, the Pacers had a heartbreaking 90-88 loss to the Eastern Conference leaders Atlanta Hawks. Reggie Miller led your Pacers with 18 points, while Antonio Davis started for the oft-injured Rik Smits by scoring 14 points and grabbing eight rebounds. Derrick McKey contributed by throwing the ball away six times. The loss put the Pacers at 30-26 on the season. The 08-09 Pacers were fucked out of a win last night by the refs and it puts the team at a 27-37 record and yet they are still just two games out of the playoffs and mere months away from fulfilling their destiny as NBA Champions. The Dream is alive.

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My boi Roy "The Hibby Hibby Shake" Hibbert is gonna be playing the Beatles Rock Band fo sho'. Check out his awesome skillz at Guitar Hero!