i still love the fifties and i still love the old world

May 13, 2007 at 1:06 am | Posted in baseball, brian | 15 Comments

(i know that schilling apologized for his comments and i know he’s not a member of the kkk. but i’m still posting this because i think the pictures are funny.)

i think curt schilling should change his name to kkkurt schilling, if you know what i mean. here’s what he said about barry bonds:

“he admitted to cheating on his wife, cheating on his taxes, and cheating on the game . . . . and i don’t care that he’s black, or green, or purple, or yellow, or whatever. it’s unfortunate . . . there’s good people and bad people.”

since barry bonds has never admitted to using steroids, cheating on his taxes or cheating on his wife, kkkurt’s reasoning seems a little suspect. what i find interesting about this sentence is the oreder he listed the acts that, in his opinion, make up a bad person.

kkkurt’s hierarchy of badness (bad meaning unethical or immoral behavior as opposed to bad in the micheal jackson thriller sense)

bad: cheating on one’s spouse
badder: cheating on one’s taxes
baddest: cheating on the game

looking at the chart above we can see that while kkkurt believes extra-marrital affairs are bad, participation in an extra-marital affair alone is not enough to constitute a bad guy. given kkkurt’s political affliation, it may be surprising to see kkkurt ranking cheating on one’s taxes badder than cheating on one’s wife. but kkkurt isn’t no libertarian conservative; he knows our tax dollars go towards funding the war in iraq, the reconstruction of iraq (meaning that our tax dollars end up at haliburton thanks to no-bid contracts and haliburton somehow “losing” billions of our tax dollars meant for reconstruction), the research and development of all sorts of weapons that will eventually kill most of life on earth, subsidies for irresponsible multi-national corporations and prison camps all over the world. with this in mind it’s no wonder kkkurt ranks cheating on one’s taxes as badder.

but worse than all of this, in kkkurt’s mind, is taking steriods. i’ll look at why i think kkkurt ranks this as the baddest a little later, but first i want to mention this:

barry bonds has never admitted to using steriods, cheating on his taxes or cheating on his wife.

this fact alone hurts kkkurt’s case to define barry as bad people. this would be like me saying that kkkurt admitted to painting blood on his sock during that playoff game. other people think he did it but kurt has denied it, so my previous sentence, like kkkurt’s original one, is a lie.

why does kkkurt rank cheating on the game as the baddest act a person can commit? well, as a star baseball player — or rather as a person who is only a star because of baseball — kkkurt believes, to (mis)quote some mormon prophet (i forget which one), “no success outside of baseball can make up for failure on the field.” baseball is his life. well, baseball and video game developing and campaigning for the president.

kkkurt tries to make it clear that his attack on barry bonds is not motivated by barry’s race. kkkurt would still attack barry if he was green, yellow or purple. kkkurt, it seems from his statements, would not attack barry if he was white. this is probably why he gives roger clemens a pass. clemens and bonds are a lot a like: they’re both a million years old and still dominating the game, they’ve both chunked out after being super-skinny in the eighties and neither of them have tested positive for steroids. it makes you wonder.

david ortiz thinks bonds is a bad dude but uses bad in a completely different sense of the word.

“i’ve heard a lot of different things about barry bonds, but people should just admit it – this guy’s a bad (expletive).”

Little League Woes

May 12, 2007 at 10:36 am | Posted in baseball, whitney | Leave a comment

I lied. In my last post I said that the Indians were looking pretty good, but I hadn’t even seen them play yet. I just wanted a nice way to end it, I guess. Normally I could just let a little lie like that slide, but it turns out that I was so off that I feel like I have to come clean. The Indians are sucking it up big time. Today they didn’t catch a single fly ball, and most grounders got past them.

Jameson stopped on his way to first base. Not kidding: it was a grounder to the pitcher and I guess he figured he was a goner, so he just stopped. He was about to turn around and walk to the dugout when he finally noticed that the pitcher missed the grounder. He barely made it, but only because the throw to first was ridiculous.

Tre got out on two stupid attempts to steal. He likes standing in the middle of the bases and clapping his hands to get the pitcher’s attention. The short stop followed him over, and the catcher threw it to him to tag Tre out. Twice! What an idiot.

My mom gets mad at me when I yell at our own players. She points out that so-and-so’s parents are in the stands with me. Well, maybe so-and-so’s parents should take so-and-so to the batting cages, because the kid hasn’t got a chance. He ducks under outside/low balls.

And I hate our catcher. Spencer. I wish he and his frosted tips were dead and gone so Weston (my brother) could move into the infield for once. Spencer’s entire family comes to the games to eat those sugar pacifier suckers that get their faces all sticky. And one of them pooped his pants today, I know he did.

We won. But only because the Yankees sucked so bad (and they were all overweight, so even when we made errors, we could usually get the ball to first base before they could get there).

beecause i’m going to the bees game

May 10, 2007 at 12:53 am | Posted in baseball, becky | 5 Comments

so the bee came into my work today and was trying to get his picture taken with me. i hid. apparently he is a fan of my blog and wanted an autographed picture of the two of us. okay that’s not even true. at all. in actuality, this saturday is my company’s annual “family day”. instead of having it at lagoon like we always do, we are going to a bees game. i really like baseball, so i’m excited about it. but back to the bee. what a lame mascot. i think he’s skipping in that photo. and he looks like he might be wearing a mini skirt. plus, he is clearly afraid of little girls. wait, all of these things might make him kind of cool as a mascot.

jazz vs. warriors

May 8, 2007 at 12:25 pm | Posted in aaron d.w., basketball | 17 Comments

i just barely got to the bowling alley in the basement of the union building here at oregon state university. i don’t have cable, so when i can’t convince nathan to hang out (he said he’s busy?!), i have to come here to watch basketball games. it’s pretty awesome. they have a big screen t.v. and mostly everyone who comes in is under 16. also, they play music really loud. so i don’t have to listen to marv albert. instead, i get to listen to van halen’s runnin’ with the devil. “doo doooo. dadadoo oo doo oooo.”

so utah’s up 17-7 right now and i want to talk about how i am really excited about this series. and not just because i like the jazz and love golden state. actually, that’s probably exactly why i’m excited about it. let me mention that again. i like the jazz a lot and i love golden state. i really am happy to see the jazz in the playoffs. i know that i was rooting for the rockets, but that was mostly about rooting for tracy mcgrady. i love that guy. and i wanted him to win so that people would stop getting on his case. he had the best year of his career and he played a great series against the jazz. anyways, as sad as i am, i’ll be over it soon. i mean, t-mac’s a fighter. i wasn’t so sure a couple years ago when he was depressed, but he’s back. so next year — watch out.

they just went to commercial and it was for nbastore.com. you’d think they could afford marketing. but instead they make commercials that are worse than oregon public commercials — specifically kiefer kia, mr. appliance, and the stereo store. here’s a mr. appliance commercial.

the stereo store is the worst of the three. even if kiefer kia hires some girl to sing (pretty badly) the whole commercial, it’s better than the following stereo store commercial.
boy: now will you go out with me?
girl: um, no.
boy: why not?
girl: your stereo.
boy: i need that spring thing.
girl: you need the stereo store.
then it goes to an add for their spring sale called “that spring thing” and then it cuts back.
boy: i got that spring thing.
girl: you got the stereo store.
end of commercial.

how in the world does the nbastore.com make worse commercials?

i can’t wait until they cut to the stockton and malone statues. that’s going to be sweet.

so it’s 28-27 right now. the jazz are ahead. so far al harrington and mehmet okur are going crazy. i think this series is going to be sweet. but i have to admit that even though i’m from utah and i like the jazz, i want golden state to win. not just that, i think they can totally do it. the teams match up pretty good, but i think golden state are still tough to guard. stephen jackson just made a 3. remember when he was 7-8 in game 6 against dallas? remember how anytime anybody got in an argument he had his fists cocked, ready to punch anybody in the face? i wonder if he’s going to punch derek fisher in his fat cheeks. but not until game 2, since fisher’s out. anyways, i think this series might go 7 games after all. and that’s fine by me. “some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, but i know — doodoodoodo doooo — it’s my own damn fault — doodoodoodo doooo.”

it’s the end of the first quarter and the jazz lead 37-35. this is pretty high scoring. the jazz are playing lots faster than i thought. good for them. they’re playing pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty good. citi commercial — do parents ever drop their kids off at dorms and just dump everything onto the grass and leave? d.wade/c.barkley commercial — my favorite is the way charles says, “if you make this putt…” he even gambles in commercials. what a cool dude. come on stockton statue, come on… nope.

start of the second quarter. block by kiriblinko. he’s going to get a 20/20 with blocks and rebounds. does matt barnes have a medusa tattoo? maybe, but they still call travels on him. what did bolerjack start calling okur after they told him not to say money shot? i can’t remember. besides the statues, the thing i’m hoping for the most is that they say that “pound for pound, matt harpring is one of the strongest players in the nba.” i’ve heard them say that like 8 times this season. and i don’t get that many jazz games up here. one of the key things i’ve realized this playoffs is that the video game commentators on nba live are spot on. we used to always make fun of the fact that there’s only like 6 things that they say about each player. but what i’ve realized is that it’s true to life. every commentator just spits out the same few phrases. i don’t think they steal from each other. i think they have like a page on each person for each team. there’s like 15 sentences and 10 weird stats per player and coach. and there’s like 25 sentences and 20 weird stats about each team. they just look on their list and say what fits best. they probably get the sheets the night before so they can study. then it seems more natural. except for bolerjack. i bet he just hears someone else say it and steals it. they probably don’t give him access to their lists and he’s probably way sad about it.

so video games. they’re exactly like real life. watching this series is like watching greg play against brian. me and brian like to play pretty fast. i play fast and pretty small. brian plays fast and likes to have everyone between 6’4″ and 6’8″ so they can all play any position. so he’s more like golden state than i am. anyways, greg’s a half court sort of guy. so this is like the playoffs of every season we’ve played. if the warriors win, i bet all the jazz fans whine at least as much as greg does.

47-47 with 6 minutes left in the half. d.w. hits the free throw to put the jazz up one. then he gets called for a blocking foul. commercials! sonic. “why not raspberry ice M, or any other of the 48 letters?” “before you continue, may i sub-respond?” oh comcast is up to twice as fast as dsl. hmm. didn’t know that they had everything i need to keep my small business going. shot of trax. no statue still. agent zero (gilbert arenas) and t-mac drink vitamin water, just like urlacher.

cactus.jpg9 ties so far. is that supposed to be impressive? i think it is, but what’s a usual amount of ties? kirilenko is headed towards a cinco-cinco. i wish this game had been on saturday. baron davis dunked. biedrins had a stupid look on his face. get a kirilenko mohawk, biedrins. then we’ll talk. time-out. pet web-cams. i hope they make pet reality shows next. especially a cat. t-mobile fave five commercial #3. heineken. hyundai.

61-59 jazz. d.w. had 2 assists and a 3 pointer in 3 possessions. usa basketball commercial. why is brad miller on that team again? who is brad miller anyways? i keep looking in the jazz crowd for friends. but i don’t know anybody that’s supposed to be there. maybe prince is there to see booz cruise? 1 minute left in the half. matt barne s — 3 pointer. d.w. — push off. monta ellis — travel. dee brown — turnover. j.rich — layup. jazz — missed shot(s). end of half. golden state 66, utah 63. crowd is booing. baron davis went 5-5 shooting in the second quarter.
halftime show. baron davis — 17 points, d.w. — 16 points. charles barkley: “jazz are going to get layups. golden state lives and dies by the jumper.” ernie thinks kirilenko is playing great. it’s weird because i agree. it would be weirder if i agreed with kenny smith. one time i wrote a letter to kenny smith after the 2006 all-star game:

dear kenny smith,
i saw you. i saw you change your vote. you had a 9 for iguodala’s dunk. he went behind his back for crying out loud. it was one of the top 20 dunks i’ve seen and you had a 9. that’s cool. but then you looked to see what everyone else had and you changed yours to an 8. did you think nobody noticed? i know nate robinson is sweet. and who doesn’t want a little guy to win the dunk contest. but seriously, have you ever seen someone dunk like andre iguodala? you changed your vote to force a final dunk and you thought nobody noticed. well i did. and i’m calling the ranger on you. oh no, not the ranger!
sincerely, aaron d.w.

that last part i added just now. but it doesn’t matter since i never sent the letter. i’m free to modify however i want. i might as well admit that i just rewrote the whole letter right now. brian knows that we lost our letters to kenny smith and i don’t want some lame comment at the bottom. t-mobile commercial #4. smooth jazz 105.9 — the right songs at the right time. the fresh new sounds for portland’s work day. t-mobile commercial #5. still no statues.

6 minutes left in the third quarter. both teams have cooled off a bit. 77-74 golden state. coors light trains have their own lane on roads in new york city. kirilenko’s looking good still. just got fouled. chance to tie it up and pull ahead. miss. and make. 79-79. 4 minutes left. as far as i know, brian invented the term cinco-cinco. remember that. 2 minutes left in the third. 82-82. the strongest man in the world drinks coors light. but his name isn’t tarmo mitt. i wanted tarmo mitt to win pretty badly. i saw him compete in the barrel tossing event and the double-car deadlift event. he’s my strongest man. i don’t care what anyone else says. i love you, tarmo. one time, i was just walking around and i thought about tarmo mitt cobrakai300dpi.jpgfor apparently no reason. so i sent a text message to nathan that said, “tarmo mitt.” turns out, 10 minutes before i sent the message, robin was on the phone with her dad and she asked nathan what the name of that one strongest man competitor was. i’m pretty sure that i do have a very high level of intuition. the tarot card reader at that harry potter party was right. i might dress up as professor snape this halloween. unless i’m one of the cobra kai from karate kid. i want to be their halloween characters for halloween. it’s like in inland empire when that girl is watching her television on her television. or maybe i’ll be matt barnes. that guy is cool.

end of the third quarter. 89-84 warriors. urlacher/ortiz badminton vitamin water commercial. start of the 4th quarter. another fade-away by al harrington. that guy is playing great. i’m glad. he didn’t get much playing time against the mavericks because of the matchup problems. money ball hits a 3. it’s the fourth quarter. this is when it’s starts raining for him. sweet pass by baron davis. pietrus misses. i like pietrus, but it was a total clank.

owning honda motorcycles is like having wings. huh. i did not know that. the florida football players weren’t sufficiently hydrated. naturally they called it gator-ade. oh okay. from the gators of old to this year’s team to michael jordan and the nba championship. i get it. some little league commercial. i’m no expert, though. you’ll have to ask whitney about it. she’s our local pee-wee sports expert. 95-93 warriors. 8 minutes left. baron d. fouls booz cruise. chance to tie it up. make. and miss. stuff. d.w. layup and 1. miss. pietrus makes up for the clank with a 3 pointer. harpring scores. j.rich 3 pointer. 102-98 warriors with 6 minutes left. dee b with a sweet left-handed layup. b.davis with a miss and then a foul. that’s five on b.d. and d.w.

where’s the music? it was loud earlier, now there’s none. which is worse. now i have to listen to all the 15-year-olds play pool and ice hockey and dance dance revolution behind me. and there’s this weird vibrating recliner that they keep putting dollars in and screaming. mom, what’s an IMO? probably not asking about the internation mathematics olympiad.

harpring’s jump shot ties it up, 104-104. 4 minutes left. booz cruise offensive rebound and a make. j.rich hits a 3. d.w. matches. kirilenko block. stephen j fouls. here come the punches, i can feel it. hertz commercial. i wish i was dead. doesn’t even matter which one. verizon wireless. i wish i had some quietus. the future looks to be pretty cool with that stuff. lbj’s sprite commercial. 15-year-olds talking about soy milk. another 15-year-old just said, “it’s all about the bulls and the wizards.” does he know the wizards are eliminated? “it’s all about michael jordan.” does he know he’s retired? does he know that he wasn’t very good on the wizards? does he know that jordan owns the bobcats now? two free throws for booz cruise. make and miss. 109-107 jazz. booz cruise fouls matt barnes. i bet he makes them both. he’s on the verge of a cinco-cinco, except for the blocks. is it possible to out-kirilenko kirilenko? nope, one make one miss. driving floater by matt barnes — make! 110-109 warriors. d.w. layup and 1. free throw good. 112-110 jazz. the 15-year-old’s parent figure is a jazz fan. kirilenko fouls j.rich. make, make. money ball miss. where’s the statue!? booz cruise o.r. and a make. 114-112 jazz. 17 seconds left. commercial animated by those waking life guys. stephen j 3 pointer…miss. rebound harpring. fouled. 7 seconds left. make, make. 116-112 jazz. someone with a sign that says hostile environment. i think i gave him a library card. guitar shredding at the energy solutions arena. stephen j drives and misses. game over. 116-112.

kirilenko — 1 assist and 4 steals away from a cinco-cinco. 7 blocks.
matt barnes — 1 assist, 1 steal and 5 blocks away from a cinco-cinco.
kevin bacon — bff with michael jordan. that 15 year-old probably loves him.

no stockton-to-malone statue. tnt blew it.

If Only I Ate Hot Dogs

May 7, 2007 at 4:02 am | Posted in baseball, whitney | 2 Comments

Here are my favorite things about BYU baseball games:
1. Blind Man – There is a middle-aged man who goes to every home BYU sporting event he can. No matter where Heather and I sit, he seems to be sitting right behind us, pounding “Let’s Go Cougars” out on the back of the chair and making our entire row shake. He’s loud and yells pointless things like “Come ON! HOME RUN!” as though that wasn’t already the intent. He also has a tendency to cheer for balls. Heather speculates that this is because he doesn’t want to miss any of the action…if there is no action, than he can feel better about being blind. Anyway, the best part about him is that he argues with the ump. Up to twenty seconds after the fact, he’s yelling at the ump that the guy on first was out (the ball wasn’t even thrown to first). He likes to argue about strikes and balls, too. “Come on blue!!!”
2. Big League Chew – Our parents wouldn’t let us chew this when we were little because it glorifies tobacco. It’s gross, but we’re making a rebellious statement.
3. The Regulars – There is a group of boys who come up with the best cheers and then Heather and I go from there. My favorite was when one of the players on the other team had a batting average of .107. So all of us started calling him One-Oh-Seven. He was the catcher, so whenever someone stole on him or he missed a ball, we’d taunt him relentlessly. College baseball is a great venue for this kind of mockery. It’s quiet and small, so you can be sure that they hear you. Gonzagas still won by 11…
4. Baseball Soda – We sneak it in in Heather’s purse. It leaks every time.
5. J.D. – What a good catcher. What a great hitter. What a hottie.

Things I hate about BYU baseball:
1. Blind Man – He always has the people around him explain the game to him. Like, you’d think he was deaf too. He can’t hear the bat hit the ball he can’t hear the ump call “ball” or “strike” or “out.” So every little thing is explained to him. We usually end up sitting somewhere else after a couple innings.
2. The Sun
3. Seventh Inning “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” – I don’t care how drunk you get, no one ever feels good doing that.
4. Deals for Steals – Half the time Cosmo’s taking a nap and no one gets a deal. The other half the time it’s a haircut or something totally lame.
5. Cosmo – He used to be alright when his face seemed nice, but now he looks and acts like a real bastard. Last time Hootie from the Provo Owls was there and the two of them had a hula-hooping contest. Hootie’s got like, 25 inches around the waist on Cosmo. He couldn’t even get the hoop around him, and Cosmo’s sitting there rubbing it in his face. Poor Hootie.
6. Losing all my Bets – “I bet fifty cents there will be a base hit this inning” and I still lose.

As for little league, the Indians are looking pretty good this year. More on that later.

knife fight

May 5, 2007 at 6:47 am | Posted in aaron d.w., basketball | 2 Comments

matt-barnes.jpgi have to try my best to take back everything i ever thought or said about matt barnes or his mustache. he’s fast becoming one of my favorite players to watch (along with barbosa, iverson, mcgrady, and deng). and it’s not just his mohawk, although that certainly goes a long way in becoming a favorite. he’s just super cool. his wingspan to height ratio is probably exactly what mine is. he’s fast, he has a good shot and a great floater, he hustles on defense, he saves balls from going out of bounds with the greatest of ease. in game 6 last night, they passed it cross-court to him and it was way high. i thought it would be a turnover for sure, but he jumped up (probably higher than dwight howard in the dunk contest), caught the ball, and fired a one handed pass back across the court and jason richardson hit a 3-pointer. matt barnes has stolen my heart and i don’t mind if he and don nelson like to hold hands. not even a little bit.

my favorite thing about last night, though, was after the utah-houston game when charles barkley was sad that utah won. it had nothing to do with the jazz or the rockets. he was hoping to go to the floyd mayweather jr/oscar de la hoya fight in las vegas on saturday. but now he has to work. i couldn’t believe how sad he was. “i’m stuck here with you two losers while everybody else is in vegas.” it made me really feel bad for him. no kidding. i sort of know how he feels because i’ve had to miss out on pretty exciting things due to work-related commitments. and he doesn’t have the sort of job that he can just get someone to cover for him. i like charles barkley and i’m sad that he has to analyze the jazz-rockets game instead of watching that fight from the front row. he probably has like a million dollars on the game and now he has to have dwyane wade text message him all the details. what a way to hear about losing (or winning) a bunch of money. they should make a commercial where wade says he’ll cover for charles on TNT if charles will put him in his fave five. even better, they should really make that deal. unless wade is having shoulder surgery on saturday.

here’s my next wave of predictions:

  • suns vs. spurs: suns in 6. i still don’t like amare stoudamire, but i’d marry him if it would piss off robert horry or bruce bowen. but i do hope that old man duncan banks in shots from every angle.
  • jazz/rockets vs. warriors: it doesn’t matter who wins tomorrow, golden state will beat them in 5. when people asked jeff van gundy about possibly facing the golden state warriors he said, “If you were in a knife fight in an alley somewhere, you wouldn’t be saying, ‘Hey, if I get by this guy, I’ll kick that next guy’s (butt).’ We’re in a knife fight right now with knife fighters.”
  • bulls vs. pistons: bulls in 7. ben gordon wins it in game 7.
  • nets/raptors vs. cavaliers: it doesn’t matter who wins tomorrow, they’ll beat the cavs in 5. see ya, LBJ.

Boxing in a whole new light

May 5, 2007 at 6:30 am | Posted in sherpa | 4 Comments

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So, like anyone who reads the paper or pays halfattention to what’s going on in the world, I knew that Oscar De La Hoya was fighting way back when but as I tend to do with boxing, I ignored everything about it. You see, boxing makes for great movies (even though I’m not a Rocky fan) but watching the sport? No thanks. Oh, I admire the shape these guys have to be in, but I really don’t like watching the actual sport until I saw a picture of Floyd Mayweather Jr. Holy cow, Oscar de la Hoya’s opponent tomorrow is a cutie.  Hmm..maybe I’m rethinking this boxing thing.

Fight the power

May 2, 2007 at 1:21 pm | Posted in basketball, clif | Leave a comment

I just finished watching game 5 of the Warriors-Mavericks series.  Perhaps you saw it.  If you did, you probably noticed Stephen Jackson of Golden State getting ejected with nine seconds left for committing the cardinal sin of basketball:  he clapped.  Yup, he clapped his hands together while his team was behind.  I did not know this, but apparently you’re not allowed to do that.  Ejection.  What makes his offense more distasteful is that — and I’m just going off post-game reports here — someone on his team had previously been ejected from a game in this series for the very same thing.  For shame, Stephen, you should have known better.

 In case you’re an idiot, I’m being sarcastic.  The truth is, I think the NBA has gotten itself into one hell of a pickle.  At the beginning of the year, the league announced (or, at least, mumbled something to the affect) that it was going to encourage refs to call more technical fouls.  This, along with other rules like the  possibly-racist dress code, is part of an attempt to clean up the league’s perceived ‘thug image.’  They wanted to cut down on racey behavior by unsavoury characters, such as Allen Iverson and Rasheed “the Deed” Wallace so that their viewing audience would get the idea that…NBA players are polite folk…that you’d want your daughter to…well, I’m not sure what they were going for. 

I’m sure of what they got, though.  They got a bunch of power-hungry asswipes who “T” up or eject anybody that does anything, real or perceived, that they don’t approve of.  They got refs who allow personal vendettas and agendas get in the way of the flow and legitimacy of the game.  They’ve replaced thugs with bullies.  I present exhibit A: Joey Crawford.  He’s been suspended for calling a technical on and trying to fight Tim Duncan.  But, his big mistake was taking on one of the league’s golden boys.  Do you think he’d be sitting at home during the playoffs if you substituted Duncan for Iverson?  I doubt it. 

 I wasn’t really all that bothered by this trend, though, until I saw the post-game interview with Warriors’ coach, Don Nelson.  He made a point of saying that Jackson “would be fined a large amount by the team” for his behavior on the court.  That’s crap.  The league has fined coaches and players so often for criticizing the refs that they are afraid to do so anymore, even when the refs need to be called out.  And it’s only going to get worse as long as the NBA continues to afford ultimate power to the refs without any accountability.  The only one that stood up for Jackson tonight was Charles Barkley on TNT’s post-game report.  He’s cool.  I’d ask him out if he weren’t already dating Dwyane Wade.


May 2, 2007 at 2:11 am | Posted in basketball, senor dustin | 3 Comments


I’m starting to think that I don’t like Tracy Mcgrady very much. I know some people on FESPN think he’s cute. My girlfriend thinks he’s cute, cuz he always knows where the camera is. If you’ve watched the Jazz/Rockets series you know Mcgrady and Yao are more talented than anyone on the Jazz roster. You’ve probably also figured out by now that the Jazz are the better team. It’s not just because he’s always smiling and winking at the camera; Mcgrady doesn’t play with guts. He’s not out there dying for it, like A.I., or Harpring, or Baron Davis (who beat top-form Nowitski on Sunday). I think Mcgrady needs a signature dunk.karl.jpg

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