The season went by in a blur. The NBA Playoffs are even crazier. At Damn Lies & Statistics headquarters, we admit to being a little overwhelmed this year. Our day jobs tend to override our desire to churn out content as much as we like. Some of us – and I’m certainly not going to name names because I’m not sure any of us qualify – actually have personal lives. And the beloved Bubbly has gone from our trusty Ringo Starr to a sketchy Axl Rose, working on his own personal Chinese Democracy instead of holding his weight around these parts.
All these musical references must mean one thing: it’s awards season time! The end of the season is a time to reflect, and also a time to jot down our thoughts so we can return to them later in the summer, having forgotten nearly everything we’ve learned. It’s Damny Time, when the stars come out, walk down the red carpet, then turn right around and head home when they realize these are just fantasy basketball awards. Well who needs ya, Branjelina? Discerning readers know that this is the only awards show that matters. With that, it’s time for the third (I think) annual Damnies! Read more
