Portland Trail Blazers Game 12: The Chicago BUMS...

Chicago Bulls head coach Del Negro...You need a TIME OUT!

Because your team just lost to The Portland Trail Blazers in Greg Oden's rose garden debut by 42 POINTS!

OUCH.

Your play was worse than call girl Ashley Dupre's apology to former NY Attorney General Elliot Spitzer's WIFE!  Because all Ashley wants is some $$$...she has no heart.

And quite frankly...neither do the CHICAGO BUMS!

This game has me questioning, what is the point of being a sports fan anyhow?  What is the point of waiting all of those years to win the last game of the season, even to win it six times in eight years, because at the end of the day, there are going to DECADES and DECADES more LOSING seasons than WINNING! 

So Chicago, did you stay up until 9:30 to watch? 

Did your sports fans go to their local watering holes and ask the bar tender to turn up ESPN?

Did you think you and your kids would have some quality time watching the nationally televised game?

Because that game was seen from Portland to Siberia...and u know what...all the millions of people tuning in were going, "Wow, the Chicago BUMS."

The Chicago BUMS made people turn their TV's off all over the planet, or at least change the channel.

Joakim Noah has always been a BUM, but Greg Oden turned him into the last guy in the food line at the homeless shelter, and when he got to the front, they had run out of food!

Portland, meanwhile, looking like a team that was DESPERATE to let the WORLD KNOW of their EXISTENCE.

WOW. 

If any of my friends all over the world, or even the people who do not like me, wondered what I, Trail Blazer fan Andrew Kafoury, was doing during this game...I'll tell you.

I was at work for the first half, watching on the screen in the corner, then listening on the radio as I drove home, went in my basement, and worked out on the treadmill.

Chicago...your team needs a TIME OUT.

Because they are BUMS.

And Ashley Dupre has a better shot at winning Saint of the Year than your team does of making past the first round of the silly Eastern Conference.