Radio Silence. The opening tips are upon us and I catch myself shooting free throws against my bedroom walls with socks. Disgusted with the whimper of the Big Ten basketball last March, Hoopraker abruptly unplugged its Mac and tuned out. But, with leaves now thoroughly covering my yard, I must reconcile my addiction. I’m hooked. I have little choice. A few of the storylines that keeps Hoopraker coming back for more sweet and pure basketball junk: (more…)



