“Two roads diverged at a trade deadline
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one blogger, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where all the players were still under contract”
That’s a quote that I projected from Robert Frost were he still alive today, hung out with me, and only talked to me in weak parodies of his most famous poems. You might think that Robert Frost, a poet famous for his intense love of rural life, would actually not care about the NBA trade deadline at all, and instead primarily watch The Weather Channel.