A little intro for the new cats that come around. I’m Coup, a semi-professional sports journalist, and SJ, that’s Snapper, Division I college hoops player. Both of us grew up in the Rip City, otherwise known as Portland, Oregon, owner of a single pro sports championship title, the 1977 NBA trophy. We’re die-hard Blazer fans, meaning we had our hearts ripped out by that Kobe-to-Shaq alley oop in game seven of the 2000 Western Conference Finals, but we’ve got new hope with all these young studs running about on our team, B Roy and Lamarcus Aldridge. I hate the Lakers, but I maintain that Kobe is the best player in the NBA.
So why are we doing this? Because we’re tired of lazy announcers, spoonfed broadcasters and writers who never seem to know what they are talking about. Sure, those guys have access to just about anything and anyone they want, yet every single time somebody goes on a scoring steak (like Gilbert at the beginning of the 2006-07 season) we have to suffer through weeks of “The Next Jordan?” articles and columns. Enough already, there will never be another Jordan, find a new storyline.
Most of all though, we love these games we call sports, and everything that comes along with them. If the event is big, or even small, you can bet that we will be covering it in some form. And more often than not, we’ll be laughing about it. So comment on our writing, tell us if you hate us, argue with us, we’ll argue back, because what fun would there be if we couldn’t argue about sports and who has the most insufferable fans out there (more on this later).
And don’t be afraid to keep up, we’ll still be around when Dre finally hits the world with Detox.

