Brandon Bass Works Out for the Magic

I think I'll just shoot some jumpers to get loose. You know, with these arms I need to make sure I'm nice and limber.

Lordy, this ball is heavy! I just can't seem to shoot it strong enough. I suppose I'll have to flex to make sure I shoot it the right distance.

Does this look okay Coach Van Gundy? How is my form? Do my arms look alright? I mean, if you want me to, I can flex them a little more. I've seen what you've done for Dwight, so I know that's an option.

Seriously, did you guys put lead in this ball? It is HEAVY. But don't worry, I think I can lift it above my head. Oh, there. There we go. Looking good?

Oh, this is STRENUOUS! I can barely get the ball up this high. Good thing I've been working out this summer or else I wouldn't have this strength! Thanks, creatine powder.

Can someone come over here and feel my biceps to make sure they're moving the right way? I wouldn't want to be wasting your guys' money with bad form. I just really need someone to come and hold on to my biceps. It's for the team.

My New Favorite Position

Back in January, PhDribble pontificated on the whole positional shoehorning beeswax. It's a good read, and he's right. Positions nowadays are pretty meaningless, just ask FreeDarko. It wasn't until yesterday that I realized my favorite player-type in the NBA right now is Big Guys Who Only Dunk. There's just something hilarious and awesome to me about guys who only means of offense is trying to tear the rip apart every time they touch the ball.

Some examples: