2010 Season Preview: Denver Nuggets

It's time for the Love in the Time of LeBron 2010 Season Team Previews. You know how we do. Next up, the terribly-named, yet-oh-so-delightful Denver Nuggets.

Classification
Exciting and Competitive Non-Contender

Why We Care
The Nuggets will almost certainly not win the championship this year. That said, this is a truly great team with an awesome assemblage of athletic talent. They play with energy, they feed off their fans, and on any given night they can beat any team on the league. Despite the hurt his name has taken in the off-season, Carmelo Anthony is one of the very best players in the NBA, and this may be the last chance we get to see him with the amazing supporting cast of this year's Nuggets. Enjoy the end of an era.

Significant Beards
Arron Afflalo: “I do not understand razors,” or “I am sixteen.”
Carmelo Anthony: Like how goats have a tuft on their chin, except terrible. Bottom of the food chain.
Renaldo Balkman: Rebuilt his chin out of beard.
Anthony Carter: Goatee and mustache meet to frame a perfect little circle under his lip. Euclid would be proud.
Melvin Ely: Mustache started dripping and pooled into a hair puddle suspended from his chin.
Nene Hilario: Vaguely architectural. A trellis?
Ty Lawson: Full scruff. Clint Eastwood approved.
Kenyon Martin: Full scraggle and goatee. A bad choice.
JR Smith: Beards shouldn't be smaller than eyebrows.
Sheldon Williams: Drawn on with Magic Marker, but he did stay within the lines. A gold star.

Guiding Text
Underworld

If They Were A Cloud They Would Be...
Cirrocumulus

LeBron on the Nuggets
The snow fell softly now, landing on the piles and drifts so quietly. If felt like the snowfall should have been louder, but there it was, quiet and inevitable. The bushy pines of summer gave way to the spears of winter, the branches pinned down under the weight of the snow, the tree itself looking more like a single stick. Sometimes, the weight of snow on one of the boughs would shift and all the accumulated snow would fall to the ground. The branch would then rise up from its pinned position, rise back to its summer height, a temporary victory before the snow would weigh down the branch again. It would soon be pinned back. Nothing inevitable but the snow.

Behind him, Chauncey took up the little slips of paper and put them all in a hat. The snow had been going for weeks now. Weeks? Maybe months. A long time. The snow had been coming down forever. There had been no signs from above the impenetrable grayness and once the flames from the wreck died then, there was no light but that sad dim fire they somehow managed to keep going. Chauncey was talking now. LeBron couldn’t hear. There had been little food on the plane and they hadn’t seen any animals anywhere in the forest. Giant muscled men, it had seemed particularly cruel to watch their own wasting. Kenyon looked ancient, a gaunt near-skeleton. Chauncey pulled out a name and he read it aloud. LeBron couldn’t hear it. Despite the quiet of the falling snow it was hard to hear anything. He could see though. He saw how they all turned and looked at him.

Rosetta Stone
This pretty much explains it.