When I saw this dunk on TV I literally jumped out of my seat and started going insane. When you watch it multiple times like I did on my PVR, you get to see the extension on his arm during the dunk, the vertical – the boy gets UP, and the follow through.
I mean, he dunks that ball so hard …. I think he must have been mad at someone … simply amazing.
I’ve made it NO secret that Gilbert is one of my favourite players and I’ve sat back and said nothing about the mayhem going on for the Wiz right now.
And I’m gonna continue to watch as this thing plays out. I’ve got LOTS to say ….. but I won’t be saying it today. Not yet.
But stay tuned ….
Last night, I dreamed that I was playing basketball.
I know, surprise, right?
Well, in this game, I was playing with Charles Barkley, Ahmad Rashad, Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing, John Starks, Dominique Wilkins, Scottie Pippen, Muggsy Bogues and Craig Seger.
We were playing in a sold out gymnasium that had a high school feel to it in that it had bleachers only on one side of the court. It was for charity.
Craig Seger showed up in a red-headed afro wig, purple satin tighty shorts, rainbow tank top and knee high red-white-and-blue socks. Everyone laughed at him and called him a clown. And he took attention away from Ahmad Rashad who, in my dream, was no better than the average punk streetballer who you meet in your city courts ….. and he shot like Carlton from Fresh Prince.
After warm ups, we began to play. Me, MJ, Pipp, Ewing and Ahmad vs. Starks, ‘nique, Sir Charles, Muggsy and Seger.
A few plays into the game, MJ passed to me on the baseline and I went up for the shot – short corner, easy money. Well, Barkley destroyed my shot. He grabbed his own block, passed the outlet to Muggsy and he rifled it to John Starks on the opposite wing. Starks raced up the court with the ball and tried to cross over Pipp on the wing but he stepped on Pipp’s shoe by accident. His fibula cracked at the midway point and he collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. His leg was all lumpy where the break was and everyone was like “ew”.
Then I woke up.
I was sweating (as though I had played basketball) and I grasped at my ankle to make sure it was ok. Then I jumped out of bed, ran to my front window and checked to make sure my car was not towed overnight.
Don’t ask, I had just woken up from a dream. Go with it.
Then, upon seeing that my car was fine, I hopped back into bed and was asleep within a few minutes.
Man, Barkley and MJ can BALL!
Another year gone by.
Tonight, I celebrate with family. But while I am physically drinking it up and eating my fill, my mind will be on this blog and all that has happened over the last 3 years. Man, I can’t believe it’s been 3 years already! I am grateful that this little experiment has lasted this long and I hope that it continues to be a success for many more years.
I am making a few basketball related resolutions for myself this year and they are as follows ….
1. To get back in shape – again! – after my slew of injuries this year and to get my body back in good health
2. To Blog more
3. To sharpen my skill set even more – learn how to dribble better, shoot more consistently and play even better defense!
And my wish for all of you, tonight, for this upcoming new year is that you be at least .500 in everything you do, that you never get dunked on and that your balls always bank in.
Happy New Year Everyone, Let’s have a good 2010!
I never get tired of saying it. It’s like a Superman movie, where Superman is flying above the city and 2 guys are looking up AT Superman, one turns to the other and says “That’s Superman!” Well duh! That is Superman and Ron Artest is crazy!
Ron Artest fell down some stairs, gave himself a concussion and a deep gash on the back of his head and elbow at Christmas . It was all over the news. Everyone was concerned about him. And I was at first, until I realized that Ron Artest was drunk when he fell.
Reports now say that he fell while carrying Christmas boxes into his house and slipped on some steps. He says that he does not remember anything about the fall, but that he was OUT for a few minutes. But, somehow, when he came to, he had enough sense to TEXT Kobe Bryant that he fell and that he was going to the hospital.
Originally, I heard and read that he fell down a flight of stairs in his house. That would have been more serious and more worthy of sympathy and understanding. But after reading that he fell INTO the stairs at his home OUTSIDE made me think about it a bit more. How do you fall INTO stairs and hit the back of your head? How do you fall INTO stairs and gash your elbow? A person with all 5 senses intact would put their hand out to cushion the fall and try to support themselves with their legs. AT WORST, you fall face first and scrape your hands and maybe your knees. But Ron fell backwards, like a plank of wood, and cut his elbows trying to hold himself up. Okay ….
Here’s MY theory on what happened. Artest was drunk and he fell because he was so drunk that he could not maintain his own balance. ANYONE who slips on some stairs in a place where there is NEVER any snow (or ice) probably fell because he was drunk. Either that, or the laws of gravity were changed for Ron Artest for a brief 20 seconds as he waltzed up the stairs.
If it was an accident, then he would not have fallen on his back. If it was an accident, he would not have texted someone after waking up – because that’s not what normal, logical people do. If it was an accident, he would not have scraped his back or gashed his elbow. For the record, I think his elbow was cut because he could feel himself falling and tried to cushion the fall.
For those who say he was carrying Christmas boxes, I’ll tell you what was inside of them ….. LIQUOR! The man is Vin Baker in disguise!
But I get it. I understand …. Christmas …. a party … you’re home, glad to be home with friends …. you have a few, maybe drive home ….. I get it. It’s the holidays … time to tie one on, right?
What his wife SHOULD have done when she found him passed out on his front steps, on his back, smelling of liquor is to either call the insane asylum OR call Alcoholics Anonymous.
Think I’m crazy? Then check out just how many other “crazy” people are out there, too. Then afterward, call your doctor and have him give you a frontal lobotomy … cuz your brain? Yeah, you don’t need it.
My son ran up to me today during “quiet time” and proclaimed ….
“Guess what, Daddy! I’ve been named King RJ of Basketball!”
I turned to look at him and said “Oh yeah?”
And he screams out “Yeah! I’m gonna go rule my people now!”
So all y’all fools better start forgetting about LeBron and start acknowledging the NEW King of Basketball!
Or else he’ll cross you over …. or pop a cap in yo ass! hahahahaha.
Barkley gets punked again … I wonder if he gets more money because he’s always the butt of the jokes … cuz I never see Kenny Smith get punked … ever. lol.
I’m gonna write this down because I don’t ever wanna forget it. It was just way too funny ….
So a few nights ago I dreamed that I was at my local YMCA playing some pickup basketball when Rasheed Wallace showed up. I don’t know WHY he was there, but he started shit talking me and telling me to play against him.
I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. So I accepted the offer.
We began to play and I was, surprisingly, holding my own fairly well – it was a DREAM, remember? He would post me up and I would either get help or go underneath just enough to bother him into a turnover or miss.
On offense, I just passed the ball. hahahahaha.
And, for some reason, Michael Jackson’s “Just good friends” was playing on the sound system in the gym. The song was set to repeat over and over.
Anyway, at one point, he began to get upset with me and started to play dirty. Remember that scene in Along Came Polly ? The armpit scene?
Yeah, Rasheed did that to me.
And then I woke up singing Michael Jackson.
I was confused at first, like “What was THAT all about?!?!?” but then I just let it go and enjoyed the fact that I got to play against Rasheed and that I had an awesome MJ tune stuck in my head.
Even if it was a dream, there’s not many people that can claim to have played pickup ball against ’sheed. Especially here in Canada!
So I felt like that was worth noting.
Well, it’s that time of year again .. and before I get wrapped up in the binge eating, sleep deprivation and family gatherings, I just wanted to send out a big shout out to everyone out there who frequents this blog!
I don’t know how many of you there are out there, but regardless, if you find this site informative, funny, silly, interesting or even just plain bizarre then thank you from the bottom of my heart. I write so that others may be entertained. And while the content isn’t always new or meaningful, I appreciate the fact that there are people out there who find it interesting enough to keep coming back.
If I can kill a few minutes of time and make someone chuckle, then I have done my job.
Merry Christmas to everyone out there in Cyberspace land!
And at a SPURS game, no less!
The lesson here, men, is d0n’t propose until you are 100% sure you won’t get shot down!
Sometimes, Barkley gets the shaft so bad … in this one, they make him drink a LIVER milkshake! And he thought it was a Krispy Kreme! EEEEWWWW.
I was searching through the MHSAA Basketball rankings today and noticed that OUR Sturgeon Heights Huskies Varsity Boys are ranked #2 in the Province! These are Pre-Season rankings, but it still shows how this team is viewed by those in the know!
Way to go guys!
Now the long road towards March starts! Make us proud and remember: Defense wins games, defense wins championships!
With the Alumni Tourney now squarely in my rear-view mirror, I’ve been revisiting some of my high school days as a baller. Last night I was sitting around when the name Vic Pruden came to mind.
Vic Pruden, for those who do not know, is a Manitoba Basketball Hall of Fame Coach. I found this on eteamz.com, which appears to be the website he created …
Coach Vic Pruden’s involvement in basketball spans more than forty years, with twenty-five years as an active coach at the high school, club, provincial, university and national levels and always as a student of the game. His coaching record has been highly successful, with an overall win/loss record of over .700.
Vic inaugurated both the men’s and women’s intercollegiate basketball programs at the University of Winnipeg, winning six out of seven conference championships and competing in the national finals twice with the women’s team.
Another highlight of Vic’s coaching career included two years working with junior age elite athletes, identifying and developing potential players for Canada’s National Women’s team. Bev Smith, the current Canadian national team coach, was one of those players.
His commitment to studying the game resulted in a book, A Conceptual Approach To Basketball, which was published by Human Kinetics in Champaign, Illinois, in 1985. More recently, Vic has developed a 4-on-4 developmental game, based on his book, for boys and girls under 13. He continues to work with coaches and individual players.
He coached my High School Team in ‘93-’94; my senior year. I was originally excited to have a capable and experienced coach at the helm when I had first heard about it in late summer. He had a lot of accolades to his name and it even made the local news that Coach Pruden was running our team. It got air time on TV and got a news article in the Free Press. After all, he had coached the Winnipeg Cyclone of the WBL when I was a kid – that was our foray into professional basketball – and it was a big deal that he would go from Pro Sports back into High School Hoops.
Up until that point, our coaching had largely consisted of ex-players who came back to volunteer for some reason or another. It seemed like a revolving door and we never had any sort of continuity or consistency with it all. As a result we were left to, pretty much, develop our own skill set. And I, being one or 2 years into basketball as a player, trained myself on the streetball playgrounds. I learned a lot just by playing with older cats, but picked up some bad habits along the way.
Enter Coach Pruden.
He was tough, and repetitive. Every practice, we would start with reverse layups, focusing on footwork – inside plant, outside finish. We’d follow it up with Form Shooting from the low post blocks – we had to make 10 in a row. Then we would go into other drills and practice other skills. But every single day, we’d do reverse layups and form shooting. It was fun at first until I got to learn the footwork. Then it got boring. But we did that for the entire season, even in playoffs! And thus began my hatred for the man who tried to teach me better.
I remember one winter day during Christmas Holidays we were practicing at Lipsett Hall, an army gym near an army base. I had arrived late – not an uncommon occurrence for me when I was in HS. And I proceeded to catch up with my reverse layups and form shooting. I had had a bad day at that point and was not in a good mood. When we went into 5 on 5 offensive work, I got the ball in the block and proceeded to do one of the post moves that I had worked hard to develop during the offseason. Well, he didn’t like that too much and proceeded to let me know, very loudly and very critically. Coach Tackie still laughs about it today “POST MOVE? WHAT IS A POST MOVE?!?!?”
I was a shy, angry teenager then and didn’t take kindly to his ridicule very well. And that is when my hatred for the man reached a breaking point. I contemplated quitting the team that day but decided not to in the end. My teammates were always there for me (thanks Steve) to help me out. I guess they knew how much I needed basketball. So I rode out the year and did my job and what I was asked to do. No more, no less. I got the starter’s share of playing minutes and did as I was told, sometimes very reluctantly. When my season was done, I was glad to have let it go and never looked back. Years later, I found out that I was nearly kicked off the team for the attitude that I played with on and off the court.
A few years later I got into coaching and promised myself that I would do things different. Listen more, be more sensitive, challenge them in a more fun and friendly way and all that. But as time went on, I became a disciplinarian and, though I didn’t realize it at the time, I found myself going to tactics that my old coach used on me. When I coached a Grade 11 and 12 inner-city boys team that was severely lacking in discipline and basic skills many years later, I resorted to reverse layups and form shooting to get them up to speed as fast as possible. It was then that I had realized 2 things:
1. I had become my old coach in that I was tough, boring and rigid – just like he was.
2. The skills that I was taught as a teenager were 100% useful and transferrable across generations!
At first, it vexed me that I was using some of the tactics my old coach used on me. I had had such a negative experience as a teen and I wanted to distance myself from those days as much as possible. I moped about it for a few days, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it wasn’t Coach Pruden that was the issue; it was me all along. And as I’ve gotten older, I’ve mellowed out a lot and had many a chance to rethink my stance on my old High School Coach. He may have been tough on me and made things more difficult than I had wanted, but without his teachings I would never have become that player and coach that I did become.
He taught me that a good player is made through hard work, and a firm grasp on the fundamentals of the sport. He taught me that variations (streetball) are a waste of energy and do not necessarily accomplish more, flashy though the moves may be. He taught me that giving someone pity does not help them as people or as players and that you have to be emotionally and mentally tough to keep playing the sport at a high level past your high school days. And most important of all, he taught me that tough love isn’t just for parents.
About 3 years ago, I saw Coach Pruden at a High School tournament when I was coaching my inner city team. He was coaching the Varsity Girls Team. For the LONGEST time I had told myself that if I ever saw him again, I’d tell him how much I hated him for his coaching style and how he knew the game but had lousy people skills and that he ruined my senior year. But over the previous years I had learned to appreciate his lessons and now had no opinion on him, positive or negative. After all, he may have taught me a lot and I could see it now, but the emotional scars from my senior year remained.
When I saw him that day, I decided to approach him – unsure as to whether or not I would say what I had wanted to say for nearly a decade. I have been told and have heard many times that when we see someone from our past like that, it’s usually for a reason and that it’s so that we can exchange thoughts on something. We don’t normally get that opportunity very often as people die and move away at the drop of a hat. So I decided that, rather than wait til he was dead, that I would let him know NOW …
I waited til he was available and smiled at him on the sideline. He came over, I shook his hand and I said ….
“Hi Coach. You may not remember who I am, but you coached me in my senior year at Silver Heights. I just wanted to thank you for coaching us and for teaching us what you did. I learned a lot from you and it took me along time to appreciate that. The things you taught us helped me become a good player and I have also used your lessons as I’ve gone into coaching and use many of the same drills that we used. I just wanted to come over and say thanks for the tough love and that I appreciate all the things you showed us and the time you put into our team. Thanks for not cutting me and for not giving up on me.”
I was kind of surprised by my comment. It just sort of blurted from my mouth and I didn’t even rehearse it beforehand.
He just stared at me and his eyes welled up with tears for a second. He never said anything in response. He just shook my hand and smiled a big smile, nodded his head at me and half turned away to deal with an assistant coach.
I was filled with gratitude and never felt so attuned with life as I did then – at least, not until my kids were born. I knew he was busy prepping for his upcoming game and so I turned and walked away from the gym with my team. I haven’t heard from Coach Pruden since, though I hear he’s still at it, teaching teams about the sport and life in his own way. Looking back on what said to him, I am glad with what came out.
It’s difficult, sometimes, to appreciate the things that we are taught as kids. Our view is narrow and we are so self centered that we usually miss the point of what is being shown to us until we revisit the experience later in life. Especially with people who volunteer to do something, whether it is coaches or organizers, they put a lot of effort into their craft and ask for nothing in return except that their work pays off in the end – and perhaps the occasional thank you to replenish their tanks.
In the grand scheme of things Pruden’s time at my High School was, quite literally, a blip in the timeline. He was only there for one season. We never shared any one on one time. He never called my house and asked about me as a person. He never took an active interest in my personal development …. and yet somehow the impact he had on me was pretty huge. I get perplexed by the whole thing sometimes.
You know, a lot of our experiences in High School are disposable. But I am grateful for my Grade 12 year – not for the classes or the people I met but for my time with basketball. I got some tough love, and while it may not have been what I wanted, it was definitely what I NEEDED. I was taught some very valuable lessons that I still carry with me today.
I was never AGAINST Chris Webber as TV analyst, but Ahmad Rashad’s constant MJ d**k riding got on my nerves as it always seemed like his career was built on Jordan’s willingness to allow Rashad to interview him throughout the 90’s. As for Gary Payton, his poor attitude and humungous ego always irritated me like a mouldy sandwich. That look he always had on his face – like he’d just farted and hated the smell – always made me wanna put my fist through his face.
Last year, I had to deal with both Ahmad Rashad and Gary Payton blabbering on prime time as they had “Fan Night” on NBA TV. It was brutal. I know there are people out there that actually liked these two jackasses and all I have to say to them is “Put the crack pipe down.”
Their “banter” wasn’t genuine and you could TELL that they were trying to repeat the magic that EJ, Kenny and Charles have on TNT. But with Ahmad and GP, everything always felt forced or enhanced …. I mean, GP tried to keep things hip hop, fresh and cool. But the NBA’s insistence on washing out the Hip Hop lifestyle OUT of the NBA altogether with their dress code and other behavioural policies just made me wonder what the hell they were trying to show. It was like Jekyll and Hyde.
And am I the only person who feels like Ahmad Rashad looks like a complete douche with that stupid goatee? I mean, some people are BORN to have ‘em. And some people are meant to be baby faced prep kids. That’s life. But watching Ahmad with that goatee was like watching a fat lady with a mustache – it was just W-R-O-N-G.
Anyway, I was delighted to read a little while ago that Gary Payton and Ahmad Rashad were canceled, essentially.
I have lost the link that detailed this, so I will post it later, but I was glad to see those two hosebags be gone from my NBA evenings.
Long live Charles Barkley, EJ and Kenny the Jet Smith!
**** UPDATE ****
Apparently SLAM loved that NBA Fan Night ….. or maybe it was just Bryan Crawford who loved it. Either way, it makes me question a few things to hear that ..
Sometimes things move WAY too fast for my liking.
With the Alumni Tourney now done (what an awesome weekend) it’s time to jump right in to the Christmas season ….. I devoted about 3 straight weeks full of late nights to the tourney, simply to make things work on my end. And now, between work, family matters, basketball and the fallout from the tourney, things don’t seem to be slowing down any.
And this is BEFORE Christmas rolls into town.
I’ve GOT to find some time to write about things …. I have pictures, movies, thoughts, artwork …. all these things I wanna share … but no time.
Don’t even get me started on my LACK of PS3 time …
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It’s been a minute since I posted anything about the Husky Basketball Alumni Tournament. Today I realized that the tournament is actually on Friday which makes it either today or tomorrow, depending on when you read this.
I’ve had a chance to really dig deep into my experiences on the basketball team in High School and the overall feeling of everything is gratefulness for the time I played AND for the short period of time that I coached. It’s a process and I find old wounds healing ever quicker from this whole thing.
I am extremely nervous (don’t wanna embarrass myself) and excited at the same time. Seeing old faces, playing basketball and celebrating history that we all had a hand in making ….. it’s crazy.
It is gonna be a super wicked awesome weekend!
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It’s reported everywhere that AI signed for a 1 year, non-guaranteed deal with the Sixers. So much for retirement.
And as for the Sixers? Well, it definitely boosts attendance – the sixers are second last in the league averaging a measly 11,000 per game – so what is this really about if not about money and ticket sales?
The 76ers better hope that AI is able top perform miracles because that is what it will take for this partnership to last more than 6 months. A second or even third year is possible provided that AI buys into the system and does what is asked of him.
But who knows WHAT will happen once Louis Williams comes back to reclaim his starting gig.
In Iverson’s perfect world, this works. Not just for this year but for the remainder of his career – imagine Iverson coming home to retire where it all started for him. Imagine a retired jersey number, a HoF call and countless years of adoration from the Philly faithful …
I think it has a chance to work this year – it HAS to …. AI has so much to prove this year. And with non-guaranteed money, AI is out to reclaim both his name and his star player status. The man does NOT wanna be associated with Steve Francis, Stephon Marbury, Isiah Rider, Vin Baker, Latrell Sprewell or any of the other cracked out NBA fizzle sticks out there.
But Eddie Jordan is no slouch. If he can take the “franchise player” named Elton Brand and turn him into a 6th man with no more than a funny look from Mr. Brand, then AI has his work cut out for him.
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After 13 years, AI appears to be hanging up his shoes … if for nothing more than frustration at not getting his way.
He even went so far as to write a letter to all his fans …
I don’t normally copy word for word from other articles, but this one I want to keep in my own archives for future reference ….
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OFFICIAL STATEMENT
I would like to announce my plans to retire from the National Basketball Association. I always thought that when I left the game, it would be because I couldn’t help my team the way that I was accustomed to. However, that is not the case.
I still have tremendous love for the game, the desire to play, and a whole lot left in my tank. I feel strongly that I can still compete at the highest level.
Stepping away from the game will allow me to spend quality time with my wife and kids. This is a reward that far exceeds anything that I’ve ever achieved on the basketball court. I have prayed for this day and I see it as my greatest gift.
I want to thank the people of Reebok International Ltd., for always allowing me to be me and for supporting me my whole career through all the ups and downs. I have enjoyed 13 wonderful seasons in the NBA, and I am grateful.
I want to first acknowledge my fans everywhere, who have been with me throughout my entire career. Without you, there would be no me. You should all know that I appreciate your support from the bottom of my heart. Thank you!
To Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, Isiah Thomas, Charles Barkley and Larry Bird, you guys gave me the vision to play the game that will be forever in my heart.
To my Mom, who encouraged and inspired me to play every day, and to all of my family and friends who stood by me from the beginning. Thank you!
To my high school coach, Michael Bailey, Coach John Thompson at Georgetown University, Coach Larry Brown and to all of my other coaches, teammates, administrators, owners and staff who’ve been a part of my career, Thank you as well!
I’d like to give a special thanks to the people of Memphis. I never played a home game for your beloved Grizzlies, but I want you to know how much I appreciate the opportunity given me by a great owner in Michael Heisley, and the support of the city. I wish the Memphis Grizzlies’ organization all of the success that the game has to offer.
And finally, to the city of Philadelphia: I have wonderful memories of my days in a Sixers’ uniform. To Philly fans, thank you. Your voice will always be music to my ears.
God Bless all of you,
ALLEN IVERSON
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This whole thing just seems surreal to me. Everyone and their dog was saying to not touch AI at first and now that he’s gone, everyone is saying that he has a lot left to give. The media can be so contradictory, if not confusing and two faced.
I’ll stand by my original statement earlier that AI has a lot left to give but that he has to mature and be okay with being a second banana before he can contribute positively. If he is not willing to concede SOMETHING, then maybe it IS best that he simply walk away …
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Great piece that basically tells Shaq and AI, Grant Hill and Steve Nash to retire already ….
and man, looking at all those signs, I’m thinking it might be time for ME to retire too! lol.
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We’re in a new Millenium and STILL dealing with dark ages commentary in our sports!
When Hamed Haddadi (The NBA’s first Iranian player ever) came into the game for Memphis a few nights ago vs. The Clippers, the Clippers broadcast team of Ralph Lawler and Michael Smith decided to “entertain” as this ESPN article ascertains ….
The transcript of the conversation between Lawler and Smith, which occurred late in the game, was printed on the Los Angeles Times’ Web site:
Smith: “Look who’s in.”
Lawler: “Hamed Haddadi. Where’s he from?”
Smith: “He’s the first Iranian to play in the NBA.” (Smith pronounced Iranian as “Eye-ranian,” a pronunciation that offended the viewer who complained.)
Lawler: “There aren’t any Iranian players in the NBA,” repeating Smith’s mispronunciation.
Smith: “He’s the only one.”
Lawler: “He’s from Iran?”
Smith: “I guess so.”
Lawler: “That Iran?”
Smith: “Yes.”
Lawler: “The real Iran?”
Smith: “Yes.”
Lawler: “Wow. Haddadi that’s H-A-D-D-A-D-I.”
Smith: “You’re sure it’s not Borat’s older brother?”
Smith: “If they ever make a movie about Haddadi, I’m going to get Sacha Baron Cohen to play the part.”
Lawler: “Here’s Haddadi. Nice little back-door pass. I guess those Iranians can pass the ball.”
Smith: “Especially the post players.
Lawler: “I don’t know about their guards.”
I can completely understand WHY those announcers were suspended. What they said is not just borderline racist, it’s also completely inappropriate. Why choose to associate a skill that can be learned with nationality?!?! That’s like saying that smart = asian or that anything that is Spanish is from Mexico.
And then to associate Haddadi (Iranian) with Borat (a fictional character from Kazakhstan) is just so incredibly IGNORANT! That’s like saying that people from China are Japanese or some other racist crap like that!
It may be “entertainment” to SOME people, but for others, the comments made were bigotry at their finest … or worst. And it shows just how incredibly ignorant some people are about the geography of the world
I don’t hold anything against Lawler and Smith – as long as they learn from their mistake and never again mock or continue to poke at another person’s nationality.
It’s just SUCH an insensitive thing to do!
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Yet another reason to LOVE the fact that the NBA is back on TV …. Charles Barkley is great
Allen Iverson cleared waivers yesterday and after early reports that he would sign with the Lakers – anyone remember the 2004 Lakers, with Karl Malone, Gary Payton, Shaq and Kobe? – it became clear that he was close to contract with the Knicks.
Well, news today shows that the Knicks have decided to PASS on Allen Iverson!
In this ESPN article, Donnie Walsh – Knicks GM – explains (with PC PR jargon) why they chose to pass on AI.
It’s hard to believe that it’s because of ANYTHING other his experiences in Detroit and Memphis and his willingness to adapt to a coach’s decision during the games.
It appears like Iverson is headed down the same road that Stephon Marbury chose to travel recently.
It would be a real shame to see one of this decade’s most prolific scorer’s become impotent and obsolete. But then again, he made his own bed.
Iverson may be an incredibly legitimate and intelligent person, but his ego is something that is hindering him at this point in his career.
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I’ve always been a fan of NBA Live. Ever Since 95.
But for a few years I was a 2K Hoop Head. 2K1 and 2K2 were awesome – hands down. But it was not long before I was back in Camp Live.
I’ve always known 2K was good … it just wasn’t as …. flashy as I would have liked.
And NBA Live has been at the core of some fun multi-player memories for me.
Well, a friend of mine suggested that I check out some video for 2K10 back about a month ago and he sent me and another buddy this link.
All I have to say is that adding the Shawn Kemp finger point at the end of the dunk is ridonkulous!
I’m still not gonna switch from Live, though.
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In one of the more boring and shameless displays of Public Relations BS, Ron Artest has reached out to the fan (John Green) who tossed the drink at him in Detroit, sparking one of the nastiest sports brawls in history.
Now, the fan and Artest are joining forces for SOME sort of Charity BS work.
Listening to this guy talk about what has famously become called “the incident” it is clear that he is in it for nothing more than his own 15 minutes of fame.
As for Ron, it’s another BS attempt to clean up his image.
This kind of crap makes me wanna gag, puke and repeat ….
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