If you hadn't noticed, or if you're too gobsmacked at the thought of the NBA wheel nearly coming to a complete stop in late August of the offseason, things are pretty slow around here today. 

The reason why? Our beloved J.E. Skeets took a blow to the head from Mehmet Okur during what was supposed to be an exhibition, and he's a little dizzy today.

(Good god, I just quoted a Rocky movie. Just go head and put the Karate Kid series in my Netflix queue, buy me an olive-colored Red Sox hat, and introduce me to Jimmy Kimmel.)

I didn't find out about J.E.'s ailment until early this afternoon, so I'll try to hold the fort down; but in the meantime, this blog is going to sound a lot angrier, its skin is going to peel in the sun after 20 minutes outside, and all sorts of minutia are going to be commented on as if the world depends on it.

(I could have just said, "this blog is going to be a bit more Irish," but it didn't scan as well. You got a problem with that? You do? OK, nevermind. We're cool.)

So let's give our best to Skeets as he sweats away the, uh, sweats up ‘der, and wish the man a speedy recovery. Otherwise, Wednesday will be Ron Harper Appreciation Day here at Ball Don't Lie.