The Nuggets win versus the Wolves last night wasn't really something to write home about (ie, Dear Mom: I was at the Target Center last night and had some cotton candy. The game was OK. Send money and clean underwear. Love, Pee Wee.) But it did provide a chance for dudes throughout the Rocky Mountain region to wake up their kids, give themselves a hemorrhoid, knock their head on a lamp, have an orgasm, cry, mimic the fans from an And-1 game, or punch their dog in the grill because of JR Smith's sick dunk. Damn. Where's that Preparation H?
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