Saturday, December 23, 2006

Rockets in the Head: Oh, Dear God... No

Well, Santa really did decide to leave some Christmas poo under the tree. Only there's no pony in sight. Ask Fran Blinebury at what that means.

Yao, down and out. And it sure didn't look pretty. Freak of nature breaks this one and the one last year--and Van Gundy agrees with the bad "breaks" (his unintended pun, not ours). So what now? Can the Rockets hold on for six weeks? Can T-Mac work his way back into the lineup? These answers and more intrigue to come in Houston's newest recurring sports opera,
The Rockets of Our Lives.

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