I think we can all pick out a few of these that we have done ourselves.
I have definitely been the tall guy that only shoots 3’s sometimes. I know plenty of most of the other types too.
Ah, What the Heck? I Like a Good Dunk
Ah what the heck? I like a good dunk:
When to Call it Quits
I am a basketball-o-phile and I can’t stop laughing at this video:
The Frustrating Task it Must Be…
John Ziegler is a man who has taken it upon himself to get to the truth about what happened to Joe Paterno. This seems to have been, as the title suggests, an annoying and frustrating undertaking. It seems that the entire media is not willing to look at basic facts regarding the only Sandusky situation that Paterno had any slight knowledge of, which he reported. The media also seems unable or unwilling to separate Sandusky and Paterno. The situation only got worse when the other night, Ziegler went onto the show of the most annoying and frustrating idiot in the western world.
Aaaaaaarrrrrgggg!!!!!!!!!
Morgan is an imbecile. Seriously though, victim number 2 is the shower noise that McQueary told Paterno about, which he then reported. Sandusky was not convicted in that instance. There are no other situations that Paterno had any knowledge of or anything to do with. So why did Paterno, and the Penn State football team, get punished when Sandusky did not? This is not that hard to understand.
This brings to mind a quote I heard the other day:
“Hell is other people” – Jean-Paul Sartre. Even though he’s a marxist idiot who helped advance critical theory, the quote still stands.
Uncle Drew Pt 1 & 2
Kyrie Irving has been doing some ads for Pepsi in the form of…well I will just let you watch for yourself:
All I Can Say is Ouch
More basketball here fans. This happened on Sunday night but I did not see it live. The victim of this brutality, Brandon Knight of the Pistons, had his wikipedia page edited after the dunk to proclaim his time of death.
On another note is it not truly amazing that the Clippers are not pure garbage anymore. I have kind of overlooked DeAndre Jordan because of all the other good players they have this year. Someone deserves some kudos for finally building a good team there.
ESPN Commercials
In spite of their horrible reporting, hypocrisy and destruction of the lives of innocent people I do find many ESPN commercials to be entertaining. Come with me for a few minutes as I turn off my burning rage and watch this:
Basketball Videos
My Grandpa taught me how to play basketball and he made me a Utah Jazz fan. He would rebound shots for me and pass the ball to me over and over again so I could practice shots. He taught me how to actually shoot the ball instead of just throwing it up. Before he got a hold of me I couldn’t even make a lay up. I was just thinking about those days and decided to gather some of my favorite plays in basketball. Also football is winding down and I need to turn my attention to basketball. Check these out:
Classic Vince Carter in the Olympics
Ronnie Price; The main source of my school pride
Classic Shaq. I remember seeing this when it happened. Crazy.
And his coach used to complain about him lounging around at practice.
Like a touchdown pass.
Pure skill.
One of the best comebacks ever, if not the best. Less than 20 seconds left in the game and Reggie Miller does this and then hits some free throws to win the game.
Another Classic basketball moment. I wish I could find a version without the cheesy reporter.
The Cowboys and My Moment of Vindication
When I was a young lad I liked the Dallas Cowboys. I remember running around pretending to be Danny White while wearing my Cowboys shirt and toughskin jeans. It was a good time for the Cowboys, right around the end of their 20 years of consecutive winning seasons under legendary coach Tom Landry. Tom Landry invented the 4-3 defense and the Flex defense. He had been the coach for the Cowboys since they had been a team and had helped them to become a great football team. When I think of football in the old days before the mid 80’s I think of the Cowboys, then the Packers, then the Bears. No other teams really stand out historically to me.
Well, come time for the 1989 season and the purchase of the team by one Jerry Jones, Landry was fired and Jimmy Johnson was put in as his replacement. There was no trial period or time to wind down Landry with Johnson as an assistant. Worst of all there was no recognition for anything Landry had done. Usually when a legend leaves the game they have special ceremonies and name something after them. Not with Jerry Jones at the helm. He just fired Landry and kicked him out, no class and total disrespect. The Cowboys then had some of their worst years and when newly recruited players came they picked back up and won a few Super Bowls.
Landry didn’t say anything bad about Jones. He didn’t seem to mind getting no recognition. He met with his players one last time two days after getting the ax and told them how much he would miss them. As he broke into tears his players gave him a standing ovation. Landry represented class and dignity.
In my senior year in high school, near the end of the nineties, I did a research paper on crime and violence in professional sports. Most of my material came from players on the Cowboys. There were a few rapists, some had been charged with assault and many had drug charges as well. I am not saying that if Landry had been there everyone would be perfect, I am just saying he kept it down and Jerry Jones seems to enjoy the problem players and welcome them. I have not liked the Cowboys since Jerry Jones became the owner and I will not like them until he is gone.
I received some support and a sort of vindication in my long standing position when I read this satirical article. It is funny and sad.
Tom Landry died in February of 2000.
Quotes:
* “When you want to win a game, you have to teach. When you lose a game, you have to learn.”
* “Leadership is a matter of having people look at you and gain confidence, seeing how you react. If you’re in control, they’re in control.”
* “Leadership is getting someone to do what they don’t want to do, to achieve what they want to achieve.”
* “If you don’t know if your shoes are tied, look at your shoes.”
I Don’t Golf Anymore
I used to like to go golfing every now and then, but now, for me, it has lost its luster and any enjoyment that I may have once had is gone. This desire to hit a ball and then walk in the direction that it went didn’t slowly wither away, but rather was killed inside of me one day as I was starting a round with a friend. Come along and I will tell you the tale.
I wasn’t an extremely frequent golfer and as such, I did not see any real reason to purchase my own set of clubs. It would have been nice to have clubs that would work better for someone with a 6 foot 7 inch frame but I thought that borrowing a set of clubs from my friend was fine. He had one driver that was longer than the others which was my weapon of choice when whacking balls in various directions. For some reason, that I will not tell now, his long driver was missing on the day in question when I began this round with another friend.
I watched my friend tee off with great ease and then his brother-in-law, who came along with us, hit a good ball as well. I set up my ball and chose the longest driver that my friend had remaining in his bag when I borrowed it. I squared up and got in my usual not-so-confident stance. I felt like I was really bending over to reach the ball though. I reared back and swung a mighty swing. WHIFF!!! Nothing but air. Ouch, that’s embarrassing.
Oh well, it happens sometimes. I bent my knees a little more to really get down there and lined up for another shot. As I did this, two sweet old ladies pulled up behind us in their golf cart. I pulled back for my redemption shot and let her rip. I could have sworn that the ball went flying for about a mile, but when I looked down at my feet, there it was.
My friend and his brother-in-law had a good little laugh at that one and I think I heard one of the old ladies chuckle a little. At this moment I swore that I would not strike out. I tried to realign my chakra and calm down for a good solid hit. I swung again and missed.
Both of the old ladies laughed out loud at this miss which just encouraged my friend’s laughter more. After this I gave up on good form and control over where the ball goes. I decided, it was better to go after a stray ball than to look the fool again. I went down for a sloppy fourth swing and missed completely.
The laughter from the third miss had not died down yet and so only continued and grew louder with this fourth. I grew more frantic. I had to get that ball out of there so I could get away from these once sweet old ladies and away from the evil laughter.
With my heart rate raised and all my confidence crushed and murdered, I took an even more sloppy and hurried swing. It should be no surprise that I missed again a fifth time. Was I going to strike out twice? Through the roaring laughter I took a one armed swing which was once again errant.
I had struck out, not only once, but twice. For my seventh try I decided to settle down and maybe get a real hit in, but to no avail. Both of the old ladies had fallen out of their cart and were rolling on the ground with tears pouring from their eyes (At least I felt like they had.) I am certain that my friend and his brother-in-law really did have tears from laughing. It felt like I was at Def Comedy Jam but there were no comedians.
This was it, my eighth try. I was determined to not fail again. When you put your mind and will to it you can do anything. I pulled back and pushed all of the scorn and shame that I had felt down my arms to the end of the short club I was using. It swung like a wrecking ball towards a gigantic building that could not be missed. I was swinging for every starving child in the world, every abused woman and anyone who had ever been trodden down in this life. There was a special power in this swing that was going to solve all the world’s problems when it hit that little dimpled representation of all that is evil in this world. As you can tell, by the fact that you still have problems, I missed. I picked up the ball, threw it as far as I could and quickly walked away from the howling laughter and searing cackles.
I don’t golf anymore.