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Sometimes I like to torture myself by thinking about times in my sports watching life that are almost apocalyptic. Well, to me at least.
As a true sports fan and having what could be called actual true love (nonphysical, because that would be weird and I’m not even sure how it’s possible, although this guy has sex with a car, so who knows…) for the teams that I follow, to think about the good almost goes hand-in-hand with the sludge and moments that scream to be forgotten, but can’t because they are permanently burned into your brain tissue.
My Mt. Rushmore of Depression begins with (my team in bold); Read the rest of this entry »
I remember hearing big things about a young high schooler that got drafted 18th overall by the Boston Celtics in the 2005 NBA Draft.
He seemed like he was dripping with talent, like it was just a matter of time before he realized that talent and took off on an upward trajectory.
That did not happen for various reasons, whether it was lack of a strong work ethic or immaturity or just simply not being ready for the big time. He’s been all over the NBA and the world since just 2005.
He did win the NBA Slam Dunk Championship in 2007 and is notoriously efficient in the transition game with tremendously athletic finishes at the hole.
Here is Gerald Green’s journey from 18th pick of the 2005 NBA Draft to 2012 role player for the New Jersey Nets; Read the rest of this entry »
I realize the kid hasn’t been playing the best competition, but damn…this is his first real action. To be able to step onto a basketball court surrounded by other pro players and to play as well as he has is incredible.
I don’t think he can keep this up, but I do think he can be an extremely reliable contributor. Who knows, the Knicks major problem was not having someone to run the offense and distribute the ball. Lin can do that.
And here’s to hoping for more of this;
The Federal Bureau of Investigation is searching for former Lakers/Grizzlies/Wizards guard Javaris Crittenton on charges of murder.
The accusation is that on August 19 Crittenton was apparently driving around Atlanta looking for someone who allegedly robbed him this past April.
While opening fire on a group of people who contained the person that allegedly robbed Crittenton, he inadvertently shot and killed 22-year-old Jullian Jones, mother of four.
According to The Associated Press (via ESPN), per the FBI, Crittenton was not in custody as of Sunday afternoon.
If this is true and he really did murder someone by firing shots indiscriminately from an SVU in a drive-by? Why? Because he was robbed?
Dude, you’ve made roughly $4 million in salary since the 2007-08 NBA season. I’m sure you could have purchased some new bling. Odds are the shit that was stolen didn’t mean that much to you to begin with.
Why in the name of God are you the trigger man in a drive by? Are you fucking kidding me?
Per the Atlanta Journal-Constitution (AJC);
“It appears Mr. Crittenton observed who he thought was the perpetrator walking down the street,” Major Keith Meadows told the AJC Friday. “It so happens Miss Jones was walking down the street at the same time.”
Shouldn’t you be busy getting ready to try to make a team? Play oversea’s? Something other than committing murder?!
Hey David Stern and Billy Hunter, how’s about you get this lockout over so there aren’t anymore children left motherless. Get it done.
I have no desire to see the movie Bad Teacher, though I may catch it on Netflix or HBO just for shits and giggles, but this small part of the preview always makes me laugh.
The Chicago Bulls are regretting every game that they didn’t pick up a shooting guard at the trade deadline. Imagine if the Bulls had just pulled the trigger on that trade with Houston for Courtney Lee? Or Arron Afflalo from Denver?
Actually they could have had someone this summer in Tracy McGrady and at a discount too. Now imagine they had just signed McGrady, a 6’8″ SG with PG skills and can play out on the wing? Think about A) Derrick Rose playing next to Tracy McGrady, now think about the current situation of B) Rose playing next to the “We only play 15 minutes a game clan” of Keith Bogans/Ronnie Brewer/Kyle Korver. Which would you take? You don’t have to answer.
Where the hell did the Atlanta Hawks come from? I’ll be honest here, I thought the Orlando Magic were going to treat the Hawks like a five dollar hooker from Harlem. Now obviously that didn’t happen…did it?! Dwight Howard is well on his way to becoming the next center of the Los Angeles Lakers, mark my words. Read the rest of this entry »
I realize the Knicks gave up a lot and I realize that the Knicks have a lot of work to do to become a true contender.
That being said…damn, I love a good promo. As a Knicks fan this has to give you some goosebumps. Knicks fans have been so good and so loyal for so long, they deserve to have someone of Anthony’s stature to come home.
I know Michael Jordan has his own set of people who hate him and wish for him to of never accomplished the things that he did.
That being said, the man just contributed to a huge bitchslap to LeBron James and his “What Should I Do?” Nike commercial.
If you were a Michael Jordan fan or just hold an admiration for what he fought for on the court, you will love this.
***I realize this is not an actual response from Michael Jordan or Nike to the LeBron “Rise” commercial.
I also realize the contribution Jordan made was not actually his, it was spliced from his “Legendary” commercial.***
I meant to post about this right after I saw it, but I was busy watching the Celtics whoop up on the Bron and his Heat.
This commercial is basically a big middle finger to everyone and anyone that had anything to say anything negative, at all, about LeBron and his “Decision”.
The problem I have with that is…well…most people that criticised him were right. He couldn’t have possibly imagined that he could have done what he did and there would be no repercussions. He irreparably damaged his reputation.
Jim Rome really rubs me the wrong way most of the time, but he had one of the best takes on this LeBron “What should I do?” commercial.
He doesn’t actually think he did anything wrong and that is a problem for him all by itself.
You’ve probably seen LeBron James’ new, ‘What should I do?” Nike spot. You probably liked it and bought it. I don’t.
And to answer the question, what should you do; you should have just apologized for the decision and for jamming Cleveland as hard as you did. It would have saved you a ton of abuse and Nike a lot of time and money producing and running this spot. Then again, in order to apologize, usually, you have to be sorry, and you’re not. Or you wouldn’t have told Cleveland just last week, that they need to just get over it.
Nothing like humiliating someone and stabbing them in the back and telling them they need to get over it. Apologize??! That entire spot was in essence, a defense, for what he did; he’s asking, “What should I have done.” ??? And he doesn’t think it was a mistake to let his crew go all amateur hour and talk him into the decision, saying, “They’re my friends.”
The spot was slick and entertaining, but the words would mean a lot more if they came from him and weren’t written for him by Nike or an ad agency. A spot won’t rehabilitate his image, but an apology would have. And since that’s obviously not coming, he needs to win a ring. Right now. Winning fixes just about everything. Commercials don’t. A spot like that is designed to generate some buzz, and win James some sympathy. Sympathy he doesn’t deserve because he’s not sorry and still doesn’t think he did anything wrong.
Like most people I didn’t care that he left Cleveland and signed with the Heat. What I cared about was the big “f^%& you” he gave to his hometown fans during an hour-long special where he announced that he hadn’t made up his mind until earlier that day.
He’s a liar.
I could go on for a very, very long time on this, so I will just stop here and leave you with the video. Watch it for yourself and see if it doesn’t come off to you as condescending and pompous.