Road Trip Guy, I'm looking in your direction.

Seems like that's probably why we get so gassed in the 2nd half of games.  If someone could just slip them a baggie of orange slices (on ice, of course) and maybe a few Capri Suns on their way to the locker room, we're a Final Four team for sure.

Otherwise, we're going to have to watch KD with his hands on his knees more than we'd like.

Then we'll read a Bill Simmons article claiming Barnes can't coach.

It's either orange slices or methamphetaimes, and I'm pretty sure the latter would get us in trouble.