Monday, June 6, 2005

NO MORE PHIL COLLINS

I don't know who decided that a song by Phil Collins was a way to enhance the "drama of the NBA" - probably the same person who thought that Bill Walton deserved to be miked and Big and Little, or whatever they were called, should perform at the All Star game - but please...MAKE IT STOP. Surely there are other songs that properly manage to capture the excitement and anticipation of an elimination game without dulling and offending our senses. This is the NBA, not the PGA. Know your audience.


Somebody stop this man.

Here are some suggestions that may prevent people from changing the channel or straight killing themselves just to get "I can feel it coming in the air tonight" out of their heads:
1. Eminem, "Lose Yourself"
2. Lil Flip, "Game Over"

3. Nelly, "Heart of a Champion" - This song even uses the old "NBA on NBC" theme music.

In conclusion, please don't drive away what viewers you have left by insulting our collective intelligence and auditory faculties.

Friday, June 3, 2005

Ain't That a Kick in the...


Even Iron Mike felt Timmy's pain after Steven Hunter nailed him where the sun don't shine. Well, now we know how to get a reaction from the shiest 7 footer around.


Thank you, Spurs, for wrapping up the series because I have a bachelorette party to go to tonight and I really didn't want to be the asshole saying, "Can we wait until the game is over" and then once the game was over, "Can we wait until Pop gives his post-game interview?" Now I can celebrate the way Pop and Red-Bull-and-vodka intended.

Clipper for Life


Look at Q playing hide-and-seek. How cute. Unfortunately for the Suns, he hid a little too well all series.


Wouldn't you agree, Shawn?

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

Fun with the Suns: JJ Reads!

From Q dogging on Steven Hunter's bathrobe belt and telling Yuta Tabuse that he was "da man" to Paul Shirley blogging his way into our consciousness, I thought the Suns had the best locker room in the league this year. And in addition to having the Coach of the Year, the Executive of the Year, and the MVP, they also have the best, most comprehensive website of the year. Not only do they have pictures up within hours of the game, they add in some behind-the-scenes ones, too.

In this edition of "Fun with the Suns," I'm taking you aboard the Suns plane, where Jim Jackson dares to do what few ballers have done before him (at least in public anyway).

Here JJ sits down with "The Da Vinci Code." After two years of sitting on bookshelves and 114 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list, the book finally cracks the second to last frontier, the NBA. (The last frontier being, of course, the NFL where reading - as Kellen Winslow showed with his contract - is merely optional.)


By the way, JJ would look really hot in glasses...most men do. (That's my tip to you, boys.)

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Krazee-Eyez

When someone from an opposing team misses a free throw, Rasheed Wallace tells him, "Ball don't lie." I have a similar message for Phil Jackson: The eyes don't lie.

At the draft lottery, Jeanie Buss told everyone that Phil gave her a lucky rock for the lottery, but it wasn't the rock she wanted. Then she pointed to her bare left ring finger. Not only that, while on a radio show in LA, Jeanie moaned about her non-marital state saying such girlie pearls as, "I just don't know what to do" and "Maybe I need everyone to tell me that it's time to move on."

Message to Phil: Run...run like you're a blonde white girl who's just simultaneously been spotted by Jerry Buss, T.O., and Tiger Woods. Get the hell out of dodge.

A woman pushing 40 in a 5-year relationship who's no longer hinting but actively (and publicly) campaigning for marriage like she's Mark Cuban trying to Nascar-ize NBA threads, that's basically the end of Zen in that relationship.

But to be fair, it's not just the women hunting for the ring. At the Mo Cheeks press conference, AI said, "I got all these fingers and no rings on 'em. I'm willing to do anything." Of course when AI says it, he sounds mad cool and it just adds even more to his appeal.

More Like The Matrix Revolutions


Can Shawn Marion have a more appropriate nickname than The Matrix? In the first round, he dazzled us with his array of tricks and effects. In the second round, we knew what to expect but we still liked what we saw. Now in the third round, we're just waiting for the series to mercifully come to an end.

Monday, May 23, 2005

Shaq Daddy: Cooler Than a Polar Bear's Toenails



How do you not love the Diesel?


Here he is getting freaky with some South Beach teachers. The footage of him dancing even made my mother - the same woman who thinks watching basketball is going to b) scare off my future husband, thus leading to a) turn me into a lesbian - even she laughed outloud and was completely charmed by the powers of Kazaam.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

One Angry German


Mark Cuban best beware - he's got one very pissed off German on his hands. In the postgame after the loss last night, Dirk (after making everyone wait an hour) let loose more vociferously than he ever has before on topics ranging from letting Steve Nash walk to Stack not calling a timeout with 5 seconds left in regulation. He didn't go as far as Steve "I don't know what I'm going to wake up for" Francis, but he made his feelings quite clear.

Some of his sentiments:

"Obviously, I thought we had all the right pieces to go all the way, but I just think we weren’t smart enough. Overall our basketball IQ wasn’t great offensively and defensively."


"He played an unbelievable series and showed why he was the MVP. He mad some great plays, not only today to win the game, but in every game they won he was phenomenal. I’ve never seen him play better than this. I think he wanted to show Dallas what we missed and he did that."

"I'm going to be pissed off all summer."

He didn't deflect his own responsibility though, saying, "I was subpar at best in the first round. We came out of it because of Jason." (Although with his lilt it sounded more like "Jazon." I think his accent becomes more pronounced the more pissed off he gets.)

Dirk also said, "I'm going to get in even better shape, if that's possible...I'm going to be even more dedicated, if it's possible."

I still can't believe he threw the towel at poor little JET (Jason Eugene Terry) at the end of regulation. I felt bad for Jason, but Dirk's finally doing what everyone's been telling him to do - step up, be more vocal, assume more of a leadership role. It was also nice to see Dirk get that emotional over the game. I think his outburst and his postgame comment about getting more dedicated if it's possible was a dig at everyone who says he's not really into the game and he's more concerned with winning with his German squad. I admit I questioned his heart at times, but from what I saw in the postgame, he's for real and he's gonna be back with a vengeance next year. Let's hope he brings his European cousin Peja Stojakovic, too.

Friday, May 20, 2005

A Fitting Farewell


He was drafted to a chorus of boos but left to an arena standing in ovation and appreciation. Much props to the Pistons for ending the year of the brawl with the classiest move in sports in a long time - using their last time out when Reggie left the game to applaud the face of the Pacers for the past 18 years. I almost started crying like Ray Allen. But seriously, anyone who willingly chooses to stay in Indianapolis over LA, New York, etc, out of a sense of loyalty deserves a proper sendoff. I'm glad he got his due. Now enjoy life in Malibu, Reggie.

Good Night, Reggie