In the pick 'em league meetings this week, in which we really do nothing, the conversation led to tonight's NFL game, or the Heat/Cavaliers. Wondering which one my ever faithful deputy commissioner would be checking out, I pondered the following interview...
Tonight you my friend, have the opportunity to watch either the Heat/Cavaliers, or the Texans/Eagles. What have you thought about this process?
Well, you know, it's all about entertainment value, and more specifically,what's best for Mister J.
How many people know your decision right now?
Not a damn one. You know how unnecessarily secretive I can be.
I drive with one hand because I let to have one arm kinda leaning out of the window or have a free hand to enjoy my burger or to randomly flip off other drivers as a violate innumerable traffic laws. To hell with 10 to 2 formation.
Originally, I believe I decided when the NBA schedule was released, but my psychosis weighs on me at times. I can't be really sure of most things unless I write them down. Even then, sometimes I wonder who the hell has been in my apartment or office and left this note. I can't be fully certain I won't respond to this PM again later today. However, in the name of brevity, let's say I decided when the schedule was released. Does that work?
So does the team that you're going to watch tonight, that you'll announce in a few minutes, do they know your decision?
It's possible. I called into the Texans' office earlier this week to pass along my congratulations to Andre Johnson (from The U

) on whipping Cortland Finnegan's ass, but the ****ers wouldn't patch me through to his cell. I cursed a couple of people out, then we had some good times laughing at how big of a baby Vince Young is. I'm near certain that somewhere during my profane tirade, I mentioned what I'd be watching Thursday night. Either that specifically or it was a crass remark about the mother of whoever I was talking to and what she'd likely be doing Thursday night. I can't really recall right now. I also called the Heat offices earlier this week to ask if they knew where I could get a good deal on a Kevlar vest. They spare no expense in the Heat front office and I'm sure they'll be prepared in full for all levels of vitriol and aggressive acts from angry Clevelanders. It's possible I could have made another slip of my viewing intentions during my attempts to sweet-talk Rebecca, the receptionist.
Who in this process, have you taken advice from and who has had the biggest influence?
As if I would ever take advice from anyone or otherwise be influenced. There's been a lot of speculation here and a but, and the end of the day, Mister J has to do what's best for Mister J and there's no one better qualify to act on behalf of Mister than Mister J. Mister J says so.
What was the major factor, the major reason in your decision?
Gee, I didn't write this down, but I'm of the mind currently that it had something to do with Mister J doing what's best for Mister J. Mister J is good about making that a recurring theme in Mister J's decisions.
Do you have any doubts about your decision?
As if.

I'm beyond reproach.
Alright...Mister J, the Hype world wants to know. Texans and Eagles, or LeBron's return to Cleveland: J...what's your decision?
This evening... and, man, this is very tough, I'm going to take my sitting talents to my couch and my viewing talents to in front of my TV (likely with some food, where the aforementioned talents will be joined by my eating talents) and watch the team that people continually cite as playing in South Beach (even though the bloody arena is no where near South Beach) and watch the Miami Heat. That's the conclusion I woke up with this morning. I feel like this gives me the best opportunity to win (the Daily Random Sports Fan Viewing Contest) and win multiple times tonight... if they change it from a daily contest to an hourly one. And not only just to win on Thursday, but to win on any night of the week and I think I can compete down there, err out on my couch.
How do you explain this to the people in Cleveland?
Well, basically, **** 'em. I hope the Heat beats the Cavs' asses and I hope the Dolphins beat the Browns on Sunday. Jersey-burning, sports-inflicted misery-wallowing loons. Of course, that's just for the hucksters that take this stuff too seriously. I wouldn't be opposed to randomly running into a few rational Cleveland fans and talking shop over some glorious hot wings from Hooters, where we could all discuss a true universal sports villain... that no good ass Brittney Favre.
By the way, check with me later. I'm likely to have video of an overly elaborate celebration in my apartment where I preen around and talk about winning the Daily Random Sports Fan Viewing Contest... not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, not six, not seven, times.
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We thank Mister J for his participation in this interview. His deputy commissioner contract has been extended for another 10 eons.