FreeDarko does care
I've realized over the last few days that there are two kinds of blogs: those that have a soul, and those that, out of feigned professionalism or deadening narcissism, are capable only of discussing one or two recurring subjects. And while FreeDarko might seem like the kind of place that would pride itself on such screechingly autistic behavior, I really can't talk any more about basketball without at least saying something about THE ONLY STORY IN THE WORLD RIGHT NOW.
Let's put it like this: there is absolutely no excuse for what's happened, and it's hardly a triumph of the human spirit if NOLA ends up with a minimal body count and a relatively optimistic plan for reconstruction. Some might see this blog as tasteless or irreverant when it comes to issue of race and class, but take it on faith that this shit-talking is actually evidence of a lasting investment in—or, if that's too pretentious for you, respect for—exactly the part of America that the federal government seems so intent on neglecting.
Pity, sympathy, and good will are certainly in order (be sure to
With that in mind, I would like to fast-track a non-hoops nominee for FBP. . .
(while we're on the music tip: this is certainly not a natural catastrophe of stars, but Allen Toussaint sleeping on the floor of the Superdome?!?!?!?!?!?)