`Hey didn't you used to be Hubie Brown's haircut?'.(various goings-on in world of professional sports)(Brief Article)

* Fly's not sure which is more ridiculous: Beantown celebrating the Ray Bourque champeenship as if Denver were a few blocks west of Dorchester, or the Avs gettin' ready to retire Bourque's number. Reports from Vatican say Ray-ray's under canonization consideration.

* Fly's not into sob stories (all right, Fly's waaaay into sob stories), but the plight of former Austin Peay-on Trenton Hassell sure made Fly's hanky moist. Hassell had second thoughts about enterin' Draft '01, but he stayed in when told he'd go first-round (read: guaranteed contract). But Hassell slipped to pick No. 1 in Round No. 2 (read: nothin's guaranteed). Here's what's really hasslin' Hassell, though: If it weren't for that T-Wolves/Joe Smith silliness, he'd be a millionaire. Guaranteed.

* Speakin' of draft droppin', Loren Woods slipped like Wile E. Coyote on a banana peel, to No. 46. Passed over by Eric Chenowith? As Wile E. would say (via handwritten sign, of course), "Yikes." Word is, some league wonks questioned Woods' back, but even more questioned his backbone.

* Last morsel from Fly's Draft buffet: The newest Blazer, Zach Randolph, comes with his very own rap sheet--three, count 'em, convictions, and kid's only 20. Nice work. Most of the current Blazers were in their late 20s when they hit that number.

* The Spies're saying there's a tough choice comin' in the Big Easy, ...