Leave it to Joey “Crack” Crawford and his crew to make a series competitive, folks.
I watched all of Game 5 between Boston and Orlando and I have to say that the Orlando win was completely fabricated by the NBA.
Now granted, Orlando did play pretty well, but when Wallace and Perkins get tossed and the Celts have to go so deep as to bring in Shelden Frickin Williams into the game, well, that makes me wonder what is up.
Oh, the box score won’t show it. It wasn’t like the Suns-Lakers series where there is a clear discrepancy in foul (23-12) count given to the home team. Not that I WANT the Lakers to do well OR win, lol.
No, this was a 6 foul difference for the entire game and it wasn’t the quantity of the fouls so much as the timing and quality of those fouls that make me wonder. Just when Beantown is ready to take over, a foul is called that halts momentum and turns the tide in favour of Mickey Mouse. And there is a LOT of clutching, grabbing, shoving and elbowing going on down there.
Now, I’m not saying that Howard is a goon. Though he IS rough in the paint (witness the Baby Davis concussion), he is a dude who HAS to play like that because he’s a 7 foot man beast and because that’s the way he gets banged in there. But what I AM saying is that the game should be more evenly reffed down there. You get Pierce getting away with a blatant push on one end and then you get Perkins getting called for a phantom foul. It’s odd.
And then not so odd considering the reffing crew of Ed Rush, Tom Washington and Joey Crawford. Tom Washington is cool enough. But Eddie Rush has a history of making some ridiculous calls. From emotional Ts to some blatant no calls and bizarre foul calls, it’s like the guy is bi-polar and goes temporarily blind. Joe Crawford? He’s like David Stern’s right hand man. When the NBA needs to gutter out a win, Joey Crawford is usually running point. Ask New Orleans, San Antonio or any of the other teams he’s (s)crewed over.
I don’t know man.
I can’t believe that Orlando can go from 0-3 and a history worst playoff loss to winning 2 games while having 2 major starters (Lewis and Carter) go AWOL. Witness Carter and Lewis’s stat-line these last 2 games …
Game 5
Carter – 8 PTS on FG – 3/10, 3PT – 1/4, FT – 1/1, 3 REB, 3 AST, 0 STL, 0 BLK, 0 TO, 4 PF
Lewis – 14 PTS on FG – 6/11, 3PT – 1/3, FT – 1/2, 7 REB, 0 AST, 0 STL, 0 BLK, 2 TO, 5 PF
Game 4
Carter – 3 PTS on FG – 1/9, 3PT – 0/3, FT – 1/1, 2 REB, 2 AST, 1 STL, 0 BLK, 3 TO, 4 PF
Lewis – 13 PTS on FG – 4/10, 3PT – 2/3, FT – 3/4, 5 REB, 3 AST, 2 STL, 0 BLK, 0 TO, 4 PF
It is MIND BOGGLING that Orlando can win when these guys play like this. Are they trying to tell me that the Orlando bench is better than Boston’s? I highly doubt so.
So the only thing I can keep coming back to is the fact that reffing has played a HUGE role in the outcomes the last 2 games.
Call me a conspiracy theorist, call me a cynic. But I just don’t get the swings in overall scores. Especially when Boston has been on the door step of closing out the series and going to the Finals.
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.
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.
One of the more bizarre stories happened on Halloween Night at the SBC Center in San Antonio when a wild bat was let loose inside the arena and caused a couple of stoppages in play as it kept dive bombing the players on the court. Everyone cleared out and the Spurs mascot came out with a batman shirt and a net, trying to catch the damn thing a couple of times.
But it took Manu Ginobili swatting the thing out of the air for it to get caught. Then, the guy picks the bat up off the ground and hands it to one of the SBC staff nonchalantly like “what?”
says Manu about the incident … “I didn’t think it was a big deal. Then the whole arena started chanting my name.”
“He’s never ceased to amaze me the years he’s been here. … He just did it again.” was Popovich’s comment on the incident.
Everyone cheered, play resumed and NO ONE thought twice about the health of the poor BAT that was flying IN the SBC center on Halloween Night ….. I wonder what PETA will have to say about this …
So, what happened to the bat afterwards? Well, rumour has it that it has been put on the “injury” list ….
October 31, 2009 at 12:00 am · Filed under NBA, bizarre
On the heels of hearing that Donaghy’s book is gonna get canceled, Deadspin has excerpts of the book that show, in great detail, WHY the NBA has been threatening legal action against former publisher Random House.
If there is ONE article you read this year, make it this one!
One of my most favourite sections …
If Kobe Bryant had two fouls in the first or second quarter and went to the bench, one referee would tell the other two, “Kobe’s got two fouls. Let’s make sure that if we call a foul on him, it’s an obvious foul, because otherwise he’s gonna go back to the bench. If he is involved in a play where a foul is called, give the foul to another player.”
Similarly, when games got physically rough, we would huddle up and agree to tighten the game up. So we started calling fouls on guys who didn’t really matter — “ticky-tack” or “touch” fouls where one player just touched another but didn’t really impede his progress. Under regular circumstances these wouldn’t be fouls, but after a skirmish we wanted to regain control. We would never call these types of fouls on superstars, just on the average players who didn’t have star status. It was important to keep the stars on the floor.
I mean … you just HAD to know …. didn’t you? … Even an inkling?
I have an account that keeps track of certain statistics on my site. For example, I can see when someone comes over from a search engine and what the search term was that they were looking for.
Well, this week someone on the Int3Rwee8Z was actuallylooking for an image of a Bobcat fighting a Tiger.
I laughed out loud when I saw this. The IDEA is just silly! So I went online to look for information as to HOW silly the prospect of a Tiger “fighting” a Bobcat really is and this is what I found …
Full Grown Weight: Around 700lbs – this is about 100 – 125lbs more than a full grown Lion.
The largest recorded Tiger weighed in at 1,000lbs
Full Grown Size: In length, from 7 – 13 FEET. In height, up to 3 FEET
Where are they found: Mainly in Asia, in the regions of Nepal, Bangladesh, Bhatan, and Malaysia as well as India.
So …. as we can see, aside from the OBVIOUS height, length and weight advantage the tiger has, the two animals live in 2 entirely different ecological systems and in two completely opposite areas of the world. The chances of a Tiger meeting a Bobcat in the wild and having that encounter be caught by a National Geographic Photo Crew are about as good as yourchances of dating Beyonce Knowles …. Or being struck in the head by an Asteroid.
And IF a Tiger ever was pitted against a Bobcat in a “fight to the death”, then I would gather that the Tiger would floss his genitals with the Bobcat first before eating it in one bite. Not to mention the legal ramifications of setting up that grudge match.
So to whomever is out there looking for Images of a Bobcat fighting a Tiger, how about if I just post a picture of Trogdor fighting a Liger?
That seems like a more plausible scenario seeing as it would be an artist’s paper and pencil that would bring this encounter to life as opposed to … you know … REAL LIFE. Plus I’ve added a few Scrabble tiles in there so you can earn POINTS for your imagination.
Okay, the story itself is about the Tel-Aviv coach who refused to leave in the third quarter. Great. The REAL Story, as far as I am concerned, is Darko Milicic and how much of a punk this guy is. Go to the bottom of the article and read the second to last sentence.
The sentence says that Darko Milicic sat out the second half of a pre-season game vs. Macabi Tel-Aviv because ….. ready for it? …. of an upset stomach.
AN UPSET STOMACH!
Dude gets paid about $7 Million Dollars PER YEAR toplay basketball! And he sits out a half because his tummy has an owie. Yet he felt good enough to play the FIRST 24 minutes! That makes NO sense to me!
As if his reputation isn’t already terrible, now he’s gonna baby it up in the biggest market in the entire NBA!
I swear, some people are just such a waste of height and talent …. I know people (including myself) who would play through ligament tears! And this guy gets indigestion and he has to get bedrest!
It’s actually making me mad just thinking and writing about this so I am gonna stop.
When I was in Grade 11 my parents made the ($175) sacrifice and bought me a pair of Patrick Ewing Shoes (as shown above) in the middle of a tournament (Glenlawn Invitational) one wintry Saturday afternoon.
I wore them for the next game (an hour and a half later) even though they gave me some nasty blisters and I proceeded to wear them into the ground for the next 12 months. At one point in Grade 12, I decided that I needed a new pair of shoes and went out and got my Nike warrior shoes – the shoes that NEVER quit, I will blog about them in a future issue – and I stuck with those for nearly 6 years – I still have them! The Patrick Ewings were placed in a corner for sentimental reasons and never again saw the light of day.
Well, I was cleaning out our closet a few nights ago and came upon my VERY old and VERY worn Patrick Ewing shoes. I’ve been keeping them in storage for over 15 years and have come across them many many times. They have survived 2 moves, a marriage and 2 kids. Whenever talk about getting rid of them surfaces, I put on my imaginary steel pot helmet, get out my imaginary spear and I FIGHT for them saying things like ….
“I’ll keep them til they’re retro cool” … or …
“I’ll fix them up and wear them right” … or …
“I can’t throw these out, they’re history …. a part of my youth” … or …
“I love Patrick Ewing. I can’t throw out his shoes. How would he FEEL?” … or …
“I just wanna wear them one more time before I get rid of them”
The problem is that I’ve had them for over 15 years and have never fixed them up. The shoes are not autographed nor did they ever belong to Patrick Ewing himself, and I will never wear them ‘one more time’ simply because they are heavy, uncomfortable and lack the necessary arch support for an aging gentleman such as myself. Plus, they’ll never be COOL retro like…
“Hey, nice kicks dude, those are awesome! Are they originals?”
No, these shoes are old, discoloured and torn. If worn, they would elicit this response …
“Dude, are you homeless?” … Or …
“Did you walk through time to 2010? Cuz those shoes are nasty and ancient!” … or …
“Yo, make sure you get those shoes sprayed before coming into my house. I think one of them hissed at me.”
Seeing my old Patrick Ewings with no laces, fabric torn and soles ripping or separating from the boot made me realize that there is a time to live and a time to die. A time to reap and a time to sow, a time to break down and a time to build up and a time to keep something and a time to toss it out.
Tonight, I became okay with the fact that my Patrick Ewings are old and ugly; They smell of teenage feet. They are not as nice as I remember them being and they will never go through a washing machine and come out looking brand new. No, tonight, I became okay with the fact that I have to throw out my old high school basketball sneakers.
I will photograph the hell out of them (for sentimental reasons) and will keep those pics til the end of time – or a terrible computer crash that wipes my hard drive clean.
I hope Patrick Ewing isn’t upset by this ….. I hope he understands …
Then again …. maybe I’ll keep them one more year …. in case hobo-chic comes into style or I decide to actually fix them up ….. cuz really, I do have a garage that I can put them in …
BASICALLY, this story pokes fun at Artest for all the stupid things he says ……
Let’s start by analyzing his ignorance of general sports knowledge and his insistence on kissing ass while in Los Angeles Gold and Purple …
“And I’m also here to say that next year I’ll be trying out for the San Diego Chargers, so I look forward to that. Hopefully I can play some baseball. Is there a baseball team here?”
You’re wearing the (San Diego Padres) hat, he was told.
“I know I’m wearing the hat. I just love the SD. The logo looks great. I didn’t realize there was a baseball team in San Diego.”
For reals? Cuz I don’t even live in the same countryor follow baseball (at all!) and I KNEW that there was an MLB team in SD and that they are called the Padres! Does he even look at what he puts on? Or does he ever wonder what the letters on his shirts and hats mean?
Okay, let’s move on to his relationship with Kobe, in particular, relating to this year’s playoffs where he got in Kobe’s face ….
“That was friendship, what you saw out there with me and Kobe,” Artest said. “That’s like hard-core friendship man, you know, like back in the days — fight against your best friend when you were younger and go out and get some ice cream later? That’s what that was. It was just so competitive.”
Riiiiight …… Cuz I TOTALLY wanna kill ALL my adult friends when we play pick up games. Then afterwards, I apologize for the elbows, ear bites and groin kicks and invite them out to Ice Cream at the Local Ice Cream Parlour … cuz that’s HARDCORE friendship! Then afterwards I usually offer up foosball at the local arcade and maybe suggest giving wedgies to all the local Engineering Nerds coming out of work at 5pm ….
THAT is the behaviour of a 100% mature and normal human being, right there …. riiiiight …
And then, to add to all of that, he’s geographically retarded! I mean, the man is IN Southern California and he adds this ….
“I’m learning a lot of different ways of California. Is this Southern California?” he said, apparently not realizing San Diego is as southern as it gets. “It never rains in Southern California, huh? I’m turning into a Southern California guy. I’m happy to be a Southern Californian, or whatever you want to call it.“
This is so ignorant that it reminds me of that Miss Teen South Carolina Brain Fart a few years ago ….
Does Ron Artest know where the United States is on a map? And would he be willing to go to “South Africa and The Iraq and The Asian Countries” to help the kids who have no maps? I mean REALLY?!??!??! Cuz I have an extra map, if he wants to come get it ….. Does he even know what planet he inhabits? Sheesh ….
But wait ….. here’s the kicker. He says that if the Lakers don’t repeat ….
“they should point the finger right at me, throwing tomatoes and everything.“
This man is straight nuts.
Does he even remember what happened when a fan threw a drink at Ron Artest during a game at the Palace of Auburn Hills?!?!?!
And now he’s saying it’ll be okay to wing tomatoes at him!?!??!?
Are you kidding me?!?!?
You can wash drinks out, but dammit man, tomatoes leave nasty stains!
Why, gomestic.com lists TOMATO stains as one of the top 8 most difficult stains to remove! TOP EIGHT!
He should have said something like … cotton balls or …. I don’t know …. rainbows and butterfly farts!
I don’t think those leave any stains … and if they do, I’m sure they smell alright …
Man, I betcha if something stains Ron Artest’s clothing, he’ll go all RON SMASH again!
Look, the only thing I know for sure is that this year will be plenty interesting in LA. And I am sure that those fair weather, bandwagon riding Laker fans will turn on him in a heartbeat, if the Lakers begin to dismantle … and if they do … then by golly, they better have Geico!
September 19, 2009 at 7:48 pm · Filed under Funny, SOTW, bizarre
Once a year we get a chance to let our “inner scurvy dog” out to simply walk the planks, metaphorically speaking.
Yes, today was International Talk Like a Pirate Day all over the world and I just wanted to come online and give everyone out there a big, happy YARRRRR!!!
I had all my neighbour’s kids talking like a pirate today and with me and both my kids and my parents all talking about booty, gallows and treasure I GUARANTEE you that the old retirees that live next to us were hating me today.
lol.
Oh well, time to put away my Eye Patch until next year!
But as a special treat, I’m making The Arrogant Worms’ “The Last Saskatchewan Pirate” this week’s Sidebar Song —>
So let me get this straight …. the REAL reason that Jerry Krause is not going is because Tex Winter wasn’t duly honored?
So he’s saying it is NOT because HE wasn’t duly honored for building a 6 championship juggernaut spearheaded by MJ (whom he didn’t draft, BTW) ….he’s saying it’s because he’s standing up for Tex?
Interesting.
Cuz Phil Jax is going … and PJ and Tex are even CLOSER than Krause and Tex … I mean, Winter served as an assistant to PJ for HOW MANY years in both Chicago and LA?
Jerry Krause smells like sour grapes.
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On a side note, my Photoshop skills really ARE improving! lol.
And the inscription on the soother says “Papa is the best” …. Papa = Michael Jordan.
Reports are that he’s a weed addict, but weed addicts don’t check in to rehab centers. Could it be a crack or coke addiction?
Plus he’s got a mental health issue that he needs help with as his last few Twitter Teets have been pretty erratic …
I feel like the whole world is against me I can’t win for losin 12:37 PM Aug 24th from web
Feelin like it’s not worth livin!!!!!!! I’m done 12:37 PM Aug 24th from web
Plus he got a CRAZY big Tattoo on his back that simply says“SupercoolBeas – God’s Son” – as you can see above.
The part that gets me is that apparently, the scouts and NBA execs KNEW that he had issues and STILL brought him on board! How you gonna get this kid THAT kind of life without treating him FIRST?!?!
It’s just irresponsible!
But he’s at a rehab center now, getting checked out. Which is a good thing, as people who start spouting suicidal NEED to be observed closely.
Now the only question remains whether or not he’ll be available come the start of the NBA season … and whether he’ll go the Vin Baker route or the Juwan Howard route ….
Of ALL the vices that are available as a professional (and as an adult) none are more alluring than the opposite sex. Or so it appears to be the case with a number of athletes and coaches that have fallen to the temptations of the flesh recently. I was looking at the NCAA pages of SportingNews.com and saw one headline that led to another and another. Here are some of the ones that caught my eye …..
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Most recetly, Coach Rick Pitino has been embroiled in asoap-opera style sexual indiscretion that spans 6 years and a $10 Million Dollar extortion.
Meanwhile, Sacramento Kings Center Justin Williams, in his second year in the L, and his girlfriend HAD also been accused of sexual assault on a woman, but it was determined that it was, after all, a consensual threesome.
Oh, and Baron Davis apparently lost his laptop with a bunch of … erm … “personal” photos of himself. I want to add something witty about intelligence and care of one’s possessions, but the stupidity of the whole thing leaves me speechless.
Also, Ruben Patterson was fined $1000 for failing to register as a sexual offender in Cincinnati. Remember that one? The one in 2001 where he entered a modified guilty plea in Washington state to third-degree attempted rape for allegedly forcing his children’s nanny to perform a sex act on him? Yeah, I thought y’all might remember that one.
The associate men’s basketball coach at Maine has resigned after beingcharged with making sexual advances on a member of the women’s soccer team.
Finally, a formerhigh school girls basketball coach was sentenced to 20 yearsprobation for a sexual relationship with a 16-year-old girl. The offending coach was FEMALE and she forced her player to “commit sex acts” with the victim in a gym restroom. Day-um, right?
In other sports ….
And these are just the most current ones in the NBA! In the NFL, Ben Rothleisberger is also entrenched in a sexual assault scandal.
David Frost (a former coach of the junior A Quinte Hawks, accused of four counts of sexual exploitation relating to two of his former players) also seems to be in the clear for the moment as threesomes that he “forced his players to perform” never actually happened.
And the women’s soccer coach (James Riverso, 28) at Le Moyne College in Syracuse, N.Y. has quit his job after allegations that he texted sexually explicit messagesto a girl (16 years old) he once coached at a youth soccer club.
Canada and Italy played an exhibition game on Saturday. The original purpose was to get a run in before their qualifying tournaments for the 2010 FIBA World Championships in Turkey. You know, work the rust out and come out as a better oiled machine. But the game took a much more serious note than originally intended …
I watched the video above and it looks like the altercation took place in the final 10 seconds of the 4th quarter.
Aaron Doornekamp set a high screen and his elbow hit Stefano Mancinelli. Well, Mancinelli didn’t like that – not one bit. He ran towards Doornekamp and retaliated with sucker punch to the back of the head and then all hell broke loose. Doornekamp hit the deck, Mancinelli jumped on top and then the benches cleared.
Doornekamp’s elbow was high on the screen, no doubt. But I didn’t think it warranted that type of reaction. FIBA is gonna have a press nightmare with the 2010 qualifiers a few days away …
Italy’s captain, Matteo Sorgana, said “I am sorry that it happened. The team has responded as one and that is a positive, although we did not want the incident to happen.”
Canada lost the game 81-75, which isn’t too bad considering they had NO answer for Bellinelli, who went absolutely nuts, scoring 22 points.
So I went to play ball last night. Nothing out of the ordinary except that there were like 100 people in the gym playing – of course, I’m exaggerating. The number was about 20, but it FELT like 100.
At the end of the night, we sat around and chatted, as we often do …. fights, jokes, rules … just talking.
EVENTUALLY, the conversation got on about World Records and Basketball. “What is the World’s Longest Basketball Game?”
Well, I had originally thought it was about 24 hours.
But I checked my sources today and found that, in 2004, that record was30 hours, 12 minutes.
In 2008, the record was shattered TWICE in one month! Once by some boys in the UK that did it for 72 hours in the first week of August and then a week or so later, that record was shattered to 80 hours by a group of guys in Romania. The record features two teams of 12 guys and a final score of 5040 to 5003. The REASON behind the record? To promote basketball in Romania. This Record was acknowledged by the World Records Academy.
The GUINESS World Record for Longest Basketball Game, however, goes to a group of players from Heartland Lutheran High School in New England, who set the Guiness Record on July 2008 by playing for 77 Hours, 12 Minutes with a group of players from past and present, much like what we were talking of doing.
Funny side note, in the comments section of the YouTube video below the guys form Romania drop in to spoil the show for the Lutheran cats and call them out on their semi-world record. VERY funny to read.
So then we started talking about what it would be like to BREAK that record and the motivation we would need to do it. I mean, 80 hours is a LONG time – Three and a half days!
We talked of sponsorships, sleep, game speed, what it would be like afterwards … everything.
At the end of the night, some of us were thinking that this was something we actually were serious about tackling!
Imagine Husky Basketball and Shaka Dula in the record books!
Oh, I know that records like that are broken more often than not, and I know that eventually, our record would be broken one day too. But imagine having your names in a book with something ALL your own ….
July 28, 2009 at 10:31 am · Filed under bizarre, video
Part of me respects the fact that he is able to show his emotions like this.
Yet another part of me wonders WHY he would choose to show this on webcam to the world.
With speculation running rampant that he’s not all there, things like this make me question what he hopes to accomplish with the various actions he takes.
I WANT to like Steph. I really do. But he makes it really hard.
So apparently LeBron James was dunked on by Xavier’s Jordan Crawford at his own “LeBron James Skills Academy” this past Monday. The dunk was something fierce, too! Two Handed, in traffic and LeBron jumped. When it happened, the video was almost instantly leaked to YouTube and made its rounds around the world.
But no sooner had all of that happened when a corporate headcase from Nike (Lynn Merritt) started confiscating all of the dunk footage from the people that were at the gym.
Within a few days, the video was taken down from YouTube – a hard feat to do once the video goes viral – and was deemed a “violation of terms of use”.
Why was it taken down?
LeBron apparently asked for it to be taken down because he felt it would hurt his “global, public image”. Because he got dunked on …. by a college kid.
How do you spell douchebaggery? …… L ….. E … B ….
Well, I’m sure SOMEONE out there has a copy of this dunk and if anyone does, and happens to find his way here, then please, oh please, let me know.
And a few video snippets that I have been able to find about it. Enjoy it and hope Nike doesn’t take these down too ….
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ….. LeBrick …
“I think he should start wearing a shirt that says ‘Hi, my name is Carlos’ because he’s acting like a baby.” Classic
… and this is something funny that I found on the net too ….
On top of this, one guy has created SHIRTS that say “I dunked on LeBron … but he stole my video tape.”
Ah, the leeches trying to cash in on a new craze … altough it IS very creative and witty.
.... but he stole my video tape.
My thing is this ….
HOW IS THAT EVEN PERMITTED?!?!?!
I mean, what about freedom of the press? Or freedom of speech? Isn’t that a violation of the US Constitution or some charter of rights law?
Why is a corporation able to muscle its way around and quite literally CONTROL what the world is able to see?!
And why is everyone talking about it but not doing anything about it?
Why are the owners of the videotapes in question NOT taking Nike to court over this? I tell you, they have a strong case and could win!
And how is LeBron’s image SO important that he can’t allow video footage of him getting dunked on to “leak”? Are people gonna stop buying his merchandise because of this? Will the world suddenly forget that he is a basketball freak of nature?
Is he (or any other NBA Pro) so perfect that they can’t allow anyone outside the NBA to dunk on them? Do they not have bad days?
It didn’t hurt Devin Harris or his career at all …
I just don’t get why LeBron has his panties so tightly wound up over this …. take it in stride and just say you weren’t trying or expecting it! Let the kid have his moment in the sun! Take it like a man!
Between this dunk video, the not shaking hands at the Conference Finals, wearing shirts that say “Check my stats” and “LeBron James MVP” on it (thanks for the reminder, by the way, Bron. We weren’t sure that the media had crammed that into our faces enought his year. Way to show humility.), and all the talk about his leaving for New York, I’m starting to wonder if LeBron is turning into a douchebag like Kevin Garnett did ….
I wonder if Jordan was this much of a douchebag … I can’t remember anymore …
Last week Thursday (June 25, 2009), Michael Jackson passed away. Ruled to be the result of a heart attack, Jackson has been put to rest finally and everyone and their dogs stopped for a moment to think about him in one form or another.
I find this to be hypocritical and two faced as most of these people helped make him the megastar that he was and were in one form or another responsible for his change from normal human being to weird celebrity sideshow. I found it particularly distasteful that people kept poking fun at MJs lack of self esteem made apparent by his numerous plastic surgery modifications. You people bought his albums, watched his videos, TV specials and Enquirer headlines. We were all responsible for what he turned into.
Looking at the picture above I don’t see a monster. I see a human being who was warped and twisted by a lifestyle that was created and mass produced FOR the very people who burn him at the stake today. I see Liza Minelli, Joan Rivers, and countless other Hollywood celebs who get caught up in a world of illusion and of temporary fame and who try desperately to hold on to the old days even as they slowly pass them by.
I see a broken human being with skeletons in his closet and imperfections like everyone else. It always bothered me that he was held to a much higher standard than everyone else. And the same people who accused him of pedophilia, narcissism, excessive spending, poor parental skills and ego are guilty of the very things they condemned the man of being.
And instead of trying to help him out, he was surrounded with leeches and animals who used him for their own personal goals. Instead of appreciating the musical talent that he undoubtedly possessed, he was shunned and shamed into darkness forever to wither away and be consumed by the demons that he tried to battle.
Some chose to use the opportunity for self promotion and called him everything from a brother to a dear friend.
Everyone from record producers (Quincy Jones) to other music artists (Madonna) to newscasters (Entertainment Tonight) and radio talk show hosts put on their best faces and lamented the loss of one so great! Never mind that these were the same people who lambasted him for YEARS and called for his head at every turn and opportunity they got! All of a sudden everyone and their DOGS lament the fact that he passed away – whether from a heart attack, as reported, or from accidental drug overdose – It made me sick to my stomach, hearing how many people came out of the woodwork to support Michael now. Where in the HELL were they when Martin Bashear made that sickening documentary? Where were they when Michael began to squander his wealth? Where were they when he began to abuse painkillers? Where were they when he began to lose the roof over his head? Or his freedom at the hands of endless trials and accusations? Or his touch with reality? Where was everyone when Michael tried time and time again to make comebacks?
Snakes. All of them. Liars and snakes. Not that I am any different, of course. But let’s call a spade a spade!
Some called him an icon, the King of Pop and will miss him.
And this is where I find myself now. It’s not that Michael was everything to me, but I remember being a kid and listening to Jackson’s tunes with my dad at work. Or roller skating with friends – I remember my first crush and kiss (6 years of age) to a Michael Jackson song. I remember the Thriller music video and the MoonWalker movie and how they gave me dreams and nightmares for days. I remember Black or White and the collaboration with that other famous MJ (Jordan) on Space Jam for “Jam“. I remember everyone and their dog wanting to learn how to moonwalk. I remember everyone and their cat wanting a white glove with rhinestones on it and the Jacket. I remember everyone from Alternative Rock Bands (Alien And Farm) to Hip Hop Artists (Ashanti) covering MJ songs, trying to reproduce an OUNCE of the fame he experienced. And to think that the man’s music is all we have left. What a terrible shame.
A Shame? Yes. To die so young (51) of an accidental heart attack caused by years of painkiller abuse. To die because of a life that was as much of a blessing as it was a curse …. what a shame. To have been so rich and so well off but to never be able to fully enjoy it because of public torture, in essence. We can all agree that he was a sick individual. He was ill. But we never helped him and he slipped through the cracks and fell so hard that we forgot why we had fallen in love with him in the first place.
At least he can rest in peace now. At least he can talk things over with his maker and discuss whatever was on his mind. Cuz heaven knows he never got a fair chance to speak here …
At least I will always have his music – the soundtrack of my youth – to remember him by. At the cottage, we played his CDs in his honour and danced (adults and kids) for what seemed like an entire night – I have video snippets to prove it! Everything from Rock With You, Billie Jean, Thriller (Roxy Brown doing the entire Thriller routine), Jam, Bad, Beat It, Heal The World, Wanna Be Startin Something ABC (123), I’ll be There …. and we all recalled events in our lives that were shaped by his music.
He may not have turned out to be the most beautiful human being. But he did give us some wonderful music to listen and dance to.
So I had something like over 250 hits in 2 days and most of my visitors last week were looking for “Ben+Wallace” pics.
My last post on this strange phenomenon stated ….. “y’all know I don’t have and will never have any naked Ben Wallace pics, right?”
Well, I’ve had 99% of the hits stop coming after that statement, which is funny in and of itself.
FUNNIER still is the fact that I’ve had some websites subscribe to my blog via RSS. One of those websites is www.sexyasia.com with the tagline “Only the best in asian porno”
What the Hell?!?!?!?
I suppose that porn webmasters are basketball fans too …. it’s just so fricking bizarre …
