So ... didja miss me?
("Who are you again?" you're asking).
I've come back to my natural place in the blogosphere after five days in South Dakota, and, boy, did I miss a lot. I mean, how about that Tiger Woods, blowing away the field in th--
Oh, wait. He didn't.
Turns out his back blew him away again, and for all of you doubting the convenience with which it flared up a couple of weeks ago, shame. I would never do that. No, sir.
Anyway, it appears there is something to his back issues, which should not be all that astonishing. He is, after all, moving into his late 30s now as a golfer with a significant surgical history. And back issues tend to be endemic in older golfers, anyway.
In other news ...
* NBA commissioner Adam Silver wants us all to know there's no such thing as crummy teams tanking late in the millenium-long season just to get a higher draft pick. No, sir. Doesn't happen. Nuh-uh.
"And you people who say the Easter bunny doesn't exist can just kiss my (bleep)," Silver went on. "I'm the NBA commissioner, and if the Easter bunny didn't exist, I'd tell you."
(OK, you caught me. I totally made up that quote. But not the rest).
* The Summit League likes to brag that its conference tournament is the best-kept secret in America, just the sort of P.R. soundbite you'd expect from any athletic entity. But having experienced it for the first time, I have to say it's not just hype.
The last two nights of the tourney in Sioux Falls Arena were, to say the least, memorable. First there were the 6,000 howling South Dakota State Jackrabbits fans packing the place -- a magnificent old barn in the traditional fieldhouse style -- for the semifinals. Then there was the game itself and the game the next night for the championship, two of the most fiercely competed basketball games I've seen back-to-back in some time.
So ... yeah. Hell of a tournament.
* Apparently Phil Jackson has indeed agreed to preside over the dumpster fire that is the New York Knicks, raising serious questions about whether or not the Zen Master's chakras have become seriously blocked.
The Knicks are no one's idea of the Lakers, who at least had a competent owner (Dr. Jerry Buss) going for them when Jackson joined the party. In New York, Jackson will have Jim Dolan, the Blob's first-round pick for the worst owner in professional sports.
What that tells me is Jackson's ego has overwhelmed his good sense. We'll know the answer to that based on his first move.
Which should be losing Dolan's phone number.