Huzzard and I are at an arcade, playing on a broken NBA Jam machine. Along comes former NBA player/great white hope Bryant Reeves and some unknown person, and they challenge Huzzard and I to a game. We choose the Spurs and he chooses the Knicks, and in no time, we’re dominating the shit out of him like 41-11. The game freezes on us, and before we can get bewildered and upset, these two kids show up, wanting to get Bryant Reeves’ autographs. One of them was fat and one of them was small. The fat one was the alpha amongst them.
Tag: basketball
The NBA Slam Dunk contest is stupid
For obvious reasons, one or two of the televisions in the locker room at my gym is always on the NBA Network. This week, they’ve been systematically broadcasting apparently every single year of the NBA’s dunk contest. Recently, I got to thinking about just how stupid the dunk contest really is.
As much as I understand the appeal and occasional functionality of dunking, I can’t help but thinking that a contest of dunking without defenders, a clock or any resistance is pretty much the dumbest thing in the world. And it gets worse with every single year, with players looking to add gimmicks, costumes and props to their foolish exhibitions in order to impress designated judges who assign scores based on, lord knows what.
And with each passing year, much as there are more crowd shots of other players and devastated fans, out of their seats, OHHHHing and making guttural sounds of approval at what they witnessed, there have been more and more people in the locker room glued to the televisions, making much of the same reactions. And for what? Guys that are taking a basketball, and doing whatever they can possible in the fractions of a second before they attempt to force it into an uncontested hoop.
The irony is that he’s not even retired yet
Nor has there been any mention yet of his retirement, or shown any legitimate signs that retirement is really imminent, either. Ironically, you’d think I write something about Chipper Jones, my favorite player on my favorite team, in my favorite sport, who actually has declared that 2012 is his last year and that he’s retiring when it’s over, over writing about Tim Duncan. The world works in strange ways sometimes.
But this Deadspin story about how Tim Duncan sat out of a game due to “being old,” makes me realize that the end has to be near for Tim Duncan, who is without question, one of the greatest basketball players in NBA history, and one of the few that I actually still like. Maybe one reason why I actually feel inspired and melancholy about the notion of Tim Duncan retiring is because unlike Chipper Jones, I’ve actually been witness to pretty much his entire career.
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A little bit of live brogging
I know the game is over. Once Mason Plumlee makes the highlight reel with any sort of flashy dunk that happens for no other reason than the opposition being so flustered by defending the three, that they leave his lily-white ass open to do as many impressions of Dominique Wilkins as he wants. Seriously, is there anyone in organized basketball that’s more goofy and oaf-like than Mason Plumlee?
As I type, Tech’s got 38 points, and I’m pretty sure that 36 of those points are either from three-pointers of free throws. I’m not entirely sure why I’m still watching this game other than the fact that my other television is occupado with some Mass Effect action going on, but it is certainly brutal.
This game has been a big of a prick tease as they come; Duke’s missing most of their threes, but the problem is that Tech can’t make a bucket in the paint to save their life. Tech is owning the boards and making their free throws, but someone forgot to let them know that they still need to occasionally make some actual field goals to put those requisite points on the scoreboard. The game has been completely winnable for the Hokies, but so far they’re the only ones beating them, because it’s certainly not Duke.
Suck it, Climpson
Sure, they’re probably going to obliterated by Duke tomorrow, with insulting sights of Mason Plumlee and Ryan Kelly dunking all over the place when Doc Rivers’ kid isn’t going apeshit from beyond the arc.
But if for one night only, it’s great to see Virginia Tech not pull a vanishing act in a postseason game, and actually look like a good athletic program. Sure, they still did their typical bonehead shit like five-second violations and was easily confused by a full-court press resulting in an egregious use of timeouts, but when it came to the important stuff like making their free throws, they sank them confidently and kept the pressure on Clemson to try and respond and it certainly didn’t help that suddenly they’re the team that can’t make a free throw to save their life.
It was refreshing to have watched, and it puts me in a jovial mood. I can wear my Tech shit to work tomorrow proudly, because tonight, we’re the winners.
Conspiracy Theory: Jeremy Lin, the NBA’s Prodigal Son
Don’t get me wrong, seeing Jeremy Lin tearing up the NBA right now is a pretty cool thing going on right now. In spite of all the controversy behind race, upbringing, race, education and race, Jeremy Lin is making a league vastly composed of everyone not Asian, look like his personal playground.
I’ll enjoy the Jeremy Lin highlights as he continues to make them happen, and I’ll laugh mockingly at all the horrible Jeremy Lin puns that are sprouting and spreading like AIDS in Thailand, but I have to excuse myself and be one of those guys, at trying to contain some excitement. Forgive me, for I come from a baseball-first fandom in which nothing is sustainable, everything has an end, numbers rule all, and I’m only allowed to suspend disbelief for those within the Atlanta Braves organization.
That being said, my latest crazy conspiracy theory goes along the lines of this:
Jeremy Lin is being allowed to run amok and dominate the shit out of the NBA, because the NBA needs it.
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Beware the Chinese
Remember in Civilization, eventually you build up enough technology and knowledge, and your civilization develops into modern times? Pavement is discovered and integrated, gone are straw huts and mud homes, in place of actual buildings and skyscrapers. And you get to witness all this advancement throughout game play, and you feel this sense of accomplishment and talent at deftly building your society, and advancing them through the times.
But in the blink of an eye, another country comes in and invades your towns and cities. If you cannot defend yourself from them, they will take over your properties. And in doing such, often times, they will steal your technology and knowledge, but in some cases, they’re more or less comparable primates, and they take your land back a few eons of development.
Take note of how New York City looks – before China invades and takes over the world.