BuyDemHornets is a campaign to aggregate the collective financial power of Louisiana residents and Hornets fans to purchase a small stake in the New Orleans Hornets for the purpose of keeping the team in New Orleans. Fore more info visit their Facebook page.
What a great movement! I think as a caveat, the purchase of the team by the city should result in a permanent change to a black/gold color scheme. Now if only the city could figure out how to keep Paul in the city. I’m not above blackmailing him with some a “dead” hooker (also, I think that plan needs its own Facebook page as well).
Kemba & Bismack meet with kids in Charlotte.
Okay. So just so we’re clear. Kemba Walker recently admitted to only having read one full book in his entire life.
Do we really want him visiting schools? Is this the message we want to send to the kids of Charlotte?
PS. That mascot is terrifying.
Congratulations Message from Lebron on lebronjames.com
Wait, so he especially congratulates Dirk, Kidd and Terry, but NOT Marion? Isn’t he the final member of the Embattled Veterans Who Finally Have a Title Club?
Also, the Miami fans are not incredible. I’d argue they’re the opposite of incredible. They’re fair weather bandwagon fans (and complete tools). They wear white and had to be taught how to be fans with that ridiculous “Fan Up” campaign.
Dirk vs. LeBron in the 4th quarter of the NBA Finals
And this pretty much says it all.
He moved faster here then he did in the entire 4th quarter.
But we want James, along with Bosh and Wade, to be the asshole narcissists that we assumed they would be just over a year ago precisely so we can turn around and call them asshole narcissists. After all, we’re not dealing with just any team. This is LeBron’s team. This is the man we dubbed the King on the team we decided was Evil, and any amount of goalpost-moving could be justified so long as we could feel safe in saying Lebron and the Heat were doing the Wrong Thing, whatever they were doing. Last night, something happened that usually gives the Doyels of the world a series of full-body orgasms. The best player on the floor passed the ball instead of shooting it. He made the smart play but not the alpha dog play, and today some grumpy people are snarking all over him for doing so. The only thing that’s shrunken here is our idea of what a great basketball player should be.
But don’t you understand? We need a villain. America thrives on villains. That’s why we elevated the Cold War to such heights. That’s why Neoconservatives were able to scare the country into going to war against Saddam Hussein even though he had nothing to do with 9/11. That’s why we need batman!
In the (somewhat immortal) words of Captain James Gordon “[LeBron’s] the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we’ll hunt him because he can take it. Because he’s not our hero. He’s a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A dark knight.
Okay, so that doesn’t exactly work, but you get my point. We need to hate, it’s the American thing to do, and why not LeBron? He did something we didn’t like with a supernatural level of navitee about what he was doing.
And that’s my case for why we should continue to paint 2 1/2 Men (because I refuse to put Bosh on any level near James/Wade) as narcissistic assholes, not because I want to. But because it’s for the best interest of the country as a whole.
Allen Iverson wasn’t supposed to ever get old. The brash rookie who crossed up Jordan, the MVP who went into L.A. and beat the unbeatable Lakers, the cornrowed assassin who could put buckets on anyone in the League whenever he felt like it — he was supposed to be able to go on forever, dropping 30-plus on All-NBA defenders and going to TGI Fridays after, all without a thought of practice. Today Allen Iverson turns 36 years old.
AI is still my all-time favorite player. He was absolutely fearless as he drove into the lane with a 5’11 150 lb frame. He wasn’t afraid to make contact. The term reckless abandon was made to describe how Allen Iverson played the game.
Nothing is more painful than knowing AI was banished to Turkey to play with a third rate international team. The man had talent (likely still does) and I find it hard to believe that no one was willing to take a chance on him.
I’ll always remember that post-season where The Answer dragged a mediocre 76ers team to the finals by his shear force of will. Happy Birthday AI, you are missed. At least by some.
Wow, this might be one of the best retirement speeches of any athlete I’ve seen. Funny and sincere, Shaq’s sense of humor, fortunately, didn’t retire with his jersey. The Big AARP will be missed!
I still don’t know how I feel about the hand reaching up in the ‘dc’, but since it’s a throw-back to the old Bullets uniforms I’ll let it go. I’ll forgive all the flaws of the new uniforms just because I love the new color scheme and I love the monument ball logo. I think they need to drop that stupid wizard already.
Farewell, Big Fella.
These eyes have never seen a better mix of dominating player & entertaining showman. “The Diesel” was a perfect combination of intimidation, brute force, & immovable object on the court, and the athlete fans & peers most wanted to hang out with off of it. During his best playing days, he was a man amongst boys on even the biggest of stages —Finals MVP in 2000, ‘01, & ,’02 as a Laker— and able to break an opponent down physically, mentally, & emotionally.
Shaq was that rare breed of athlete who could dismantle you in any number of ways. Literally demolish you(& the rim) with the ball in his hands? Check. Had players questioning their own abilities, because their was no way around, over, or through him? Check. Use the media to essentially clown his opponents? Check.
Shaq once said, “They don’t make them like me anymore. They don’t want to make them like that anymore”. So true. The “Big Aristotle” won’t be remembered as the best to ever play the game or maybe even the best to ever play his position, but NBA fans will always smile fondly when we recall his legacy. Aside from being remembered as a Hall of Famer & four-time world champion, that might just be what Shaquille O’Neal cares about the most.
The Thunder were down 28-19 with about a minute and a half remaining in the first quarter when Kevin Durant changed the fortunes of his team, and possibly the future of his franchise. Everyone keeps saying OKC is a year away, and it’s all about Dirk, but after tonight’s victory to split the games in Dallas, I’m not sure anymore. On the play in question—which you can find at NBA Offseason—Durant hesitates at the top of the three point line, takes one dribble past arthritic Peja, and as he passes the top of the key decides he’s going to jump over Brenden Haywood. When others might have twisted around Haywood or felt the contact and lofted one up, Durant—all of 230 lbs.—smashed it down on him so forcefully, it smacked his sleep-walking Oklahoma City teammates up.
It was a more difficult and timely than that other dunk I keep hearing about.
Eric Maynor and James Harden’s timely shooting in the 4th sealed the win for the Thunder, and we might have a miffed Russell Westbrook quote or two (he sat the 4th), but the the rest of the bench’s offensive production (50 points total) and the team’s defense brought in the win.
None of that would have happened if Kevin Durant hadn’t decided to nipple-slap Heywood’s face while those spider arms slammed the ball home.
Dime Mag has ranked the top 10 NBA playoff dunks in this century, and Taj was number 3 (ugghh), but # 2 was McGrady’s slam over Bradley, and the video included here is #1. In both instances the dunker is significantly SHORTER than the person they’re dunking over. So, I can’t argue with 1 and 2, but I can against #3.