The halftime entertainment as this year’s NBA All-Star game: Carrie Underwood and John Legend. I don’t know who Carrie Underwood is, but I’m down with John Legend. Of course, after last year’s abortion of a halftime show, they could’ve said, “Hey, we’re gonna take Neil Diamond, shoot him up with some heroin and send him out there with an accordion,” and I couldn’t have been too upset.
I’m still not over Cowboy fucking Troy. I wish Eddie Sutton would’ve disabled the passenger-side seatbelt and taken him for a drive sometime. I’m still not even sure what happened there… the guy may have just been lost. In a way, it was worth it… Cowboy Troy gave Charles Barkley a lot of material. I was thinking that David Stern, in the interests of equal time, may have brought in Tony Yayo to sing some country western tunes this time around.
Also, Andrea Bocelli is performing at the All-Star Saturday Night festivities. I mean, I’m not going to piss on Andrea Bocelli (unless he brings Kenny G with him)… but you know, nothing gets me psyched for the slam dunk contest “Les Feuilles Mortes (Autumn Leaves).” I’m picturing Cuttino Mobley and Steve Francis sitting attentively up front for this one, holding each other and gently swaying back and forth. If they’re not at a Willie Nelson concert.

• You know… that’s not very nice. Is Carl Pavano gay? Are there rumors? Has he been spotted at nightclubs hanging out with Peyton Manning and Nathan Lane If not, why the hell would the New York Post choose to do that to the guy? Seriously… if I’m Carl Pavano, I’m showing up at the New York Post offices today and demanding some answers. That’s messed up.