I hate link dumps, but I love the sports blogosphere. I hate the sports month of July, but I love the amazingly creative blog posts that help me endure the month that is always my annual sports purgatory. That’s why today I am going to share with you many of those posts in my anti-link dump link dump — Dr. Linklove. Here are those posts, also known as Christmas in July…

Miss Scott: It’s 3 O’clock in the morning!

General “Buck” Turgidson: Weh-heh-heh-ll, the Air Force never sleeps bloggers never sleep.

Introducing: Eight Points, Nine Seconds

When a blog is named after my favorite moment in sports history, yes, it gets some link love from the good Dr. As long this beige-gray lump inside my skull remains coherent, I’ll never forget Reggie Miller bombarding the Knicks with eight points in nine seconds, shellshocking Spike Lee and the rest of MSG in the process. Besides, Jared Wade is one of the best NBA bloggers out there. Pacers fan or not, definitely give the blog a long look.

Batman Animated: Ten Toons of the Dark Knight

If there’s anything that I’m a bigger fan of than Uncle Reg, it’s Bruce Wayne’s alter ego. I truly go batsh** for all things Batman. I especially love the Burton and Nolan movies, the Frank Miller comics, the 60s TV show and Batman: The Animated Series. So when this post dropped breaking down all of the Dark Knight’s cartoon appearances, you know I was all over it. A must-read piece from the Gunaxin gang on the Caped Crusader.

Inked: Andrea Bargnani – More Pasta for the Paisan

When the Raptors re-upped Bargnani to the tune of $50 million, I couldn’t believed it. Obviously, Bargnani isn’t Italian for “bargain.” I love the way Nat tries to justify the signing — she almost has me convinced! In the end, however, Dolce & Gabbana will likely be the only ones totally satisfied with Bargnani’s contract. Nonetheless, it’s a great piece on the underwhelming former No. 1 overall pick.

Remembering the Duel in the Sun

I could give two you know whats about golf. I could care less about Jack Nicklaus and Tom Watson. So why am I linking this post about the supposedly epic golf battle between Nicklaus and Watson back in 1977? After all, I hate golf and wasn’t even alive back then. I’m linking this because it’s been raved about by my fellow bloggers, but more importantly because of the plaid pants, butterfly collars and canary yellow sweater in that photo. Tiger Woods can’t rock digs like those.

Dear ESPN…

Either the folks at ESPN are lazy or they’re stupid. How else do you explain SportsCenter’s Blog Buzz calling Intentional Foul “International Foul?” What’s the latter, when you get caught trying to join the Mile High Club over the Atlantic? When you try to say thank you while vacationing overseas and accidentally tell some poor foreigner to eff off? I’m sure glad the Bristol Bunch is putting so much effort into that new Blog Buzz segment.

The Future for Ric Bucher?

I hate to admit that most of Utah and I agree on anything, but we do. We both hate Ric Bucher’s guts. Yes, the ESPN NBA reporter who looks like an over-the-hill Ken doll reject. That’s why I’m absolutely gaga for this post from Zoner Sports comparing Buke to Bob Eubanks. I’m just shocked anybody even remembers Eubanks. Oh, bagging on Confessions of a Dangerous Mind almost kept the post from getting linked. Not cool. Underrated flick.

The Mets Have Gotten Their Savior!!!

Sorry Mets. Blow it up. Start over. This is the most hopeless group of humans to exist since the 2003 Cubs.

That’s all you need to know about this article on the state of the Mets. Well, besides the fact that Omar Minaya shouldn’t be running a Banana Stand. It’s OK, Mets fans, pretty soon here you can just swap your Mets hats for Yankees ones. You’re used to it by now.

Ten Tweets You Would Have Seen from the 2008 Detroit Lions’ Sidelines

A Twitter-oriented post that makes fun of the Lions. I’m ashamed that I didn’t write this one myself, because it’s brilliant. My fave is the one where Rudi Johnson says that Tatum Bell ended up on the better end of the Tatum “Bellhop” situation. Ouch. I love dogpiling on the lowly Lions, because it’s one of the few things that makes being a Chiefs fan a little easier to stomach.

US Airways Flight Diverted After Passenger Strips Naked and Goes Crazy Mid Flight

If some dude gets but-ass naked and starts running around the plane like the Ultimae Warrior, I’m not playing the hero either. On second thought, I might blindside him with one of those flotation devices. Hey, it’s not very often that you get to cheapshot somebody and be the hero. Know what I’m sayin’?

Ken Griffey Jr: A Bronx Tale

When I hear the name Ken Griffey Jr., three things come to mind. 1.) Drop the Jr. — you’re better than your old man was. 2.) How good he was despite never using performance-enhancing drugs (we think). 3.) Man, am I glad I don’t have his hamstrings. This ode to Ken Griffey Jr. is about thought No. 2. My man Josh Q. Public definitely does Griffey Jr.’s career justice.

Harry Potter Look-A-Likes in the Sports World

Steve Nash and Severus Snape. Andy Reid and Mike Holmgren and Uncle Vernon Dursley. Shaun White and Ron Weasley. I love look-a-like lists, and I also am very found of that little bastard with the wand from Hogwarts. Naturally, I went bitch over this post of Harry Potter cast deadringers from the sports world.

Blank Slate: Albert Pujols

I love the concept of concocting fictional backstories for our most vanilla athletes. I like to pretend David Robinson’s flat top, piano playing and bible banging were really all part of a giant, elaborate cover-up. That the Admiral was really a super spy only posing as a geeky, virgin seven-foot basketball center. As for Albert Pujols and his made-up backstory, I like to pretend that he is reverse aging like Benjamin Button. There’s no other way Pujols only being 29 makes any sense whatsoever.

Chicago’s “Chosen Ones”

Felix Pie. Marcus Fizer. Rashaan Salaam. The Windy City has had some great sports moments over the years, but it’s downright hysterical to take a look at some of Chicago sports’ “chosen ones.” Chi-town might be the Second City, but there’s nothing second rate about this post from NQTC.

The Best Of The Tour De France And Other Athletes

Other than that yellow wristband guy (What’s his name again?), I don’t know jack about the Tour de France. That’s not true; I remember Greg LeMond as well. Somehow. I can’t say that I particularly give a damn about cycling either, or even about the inspirational fellow who boned Sheryl Crow. That being said, I still read this entire post comparing the Tour’s best riders ever to great mainstream athletes. That’s how entertaining the piece was.

(Adam Best is the senior editor of the FanSided.com Sports Network and the twisted mind behind Fan Addict. Follow him on Twitter.)