Working for the Rockets, in any capacity, must be the greatest and easiest job in the world. The levels of incompetence they are willing to put up with is absolutely amazing. I would rather drive a nail through my own eyeball and go swimming with sharks than listen to Cynthia Cooper stutter her way through a broadcast for another year. Although.... I have to admit that as the season wore on, listening to her became one of my favorite parts of the game. It's like staring at a dwarf, or a burn victim, or watching cows **** on the side of the road as you are driving by. There's something sick about it, but you can't help but watch. I'm not saying that it's right, but I bet a lot of you know it's true.
