Where is Tim Donaghy when you want to ‘engineer’ a classic Finals matchup?
N8 Robinson two-piecing Kobe Bryant a la Chris Childs would be priceless.
Archive for the ‘The Association’ Category
HOLLA!
Saturday, May 29th, 2010Celtic Rising…
Monday, May 24th, 2010
You can tell this cover is from a few years ago because the Celtics ‘Big 3’ isn’t buttressed by their point guard Rajon Rondo.
Rondo is approaching legendary status if the C’s go all the way and right now no one left in the tournament is playing with their confidence or determination. It starts from the PG position. Rondo is grabbing rebounds and loose balls [ll] like he really means it.
He is reminding me of Isiah Thomas and his leadership for that veteran team of Detroit Pistons. Except Rondo isn’t even 25yrs old yet. You knew he was tough for his ability to secure boards, but it’s his court intelligence that takes him to the next level.
Everyone will talk about the play where he dove on the floor, but this play right here where he gives Gortat the “banana in the tailpipe” (a direct Jalen Rose quote) was my favorite play from Game 3.
Better Basketball = Extra Schmedium Shorts
Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
Editor’s note: Respect FreeDarko dot com everytime. This DP throwback was brought on by the comparisons of Steve Nash to John Stockton. I’m no J.S. fan, but Steve Nash couldn’t carry his jockstrap [ll].
FreeDarko Nation! What it do party people? Right now I feel like KanYe West after he won all those Emmys. I can’t believe I’m talking to the F.D. famlay. I was a little shook at first to come in over here because y’all cats are mad polysyllabic with your shit, but your boy said that I should just get in where I fit in. Hopefully there’s someone on this side to translate retahd-speak.
The 2007-2008 campaign for the Association is well underway and just like we all imagined they’d be, Boston is a beast. LeBron and the Cavletics might be able to serve up some comp if that dude Jesus Shuttlesworth can keep choking with under a minute left to play. The West is still the best. I was quietly hoping that Houston would step up something serious so that maybe we could have a repeat of one of the classic Finals’ matchups.
The Rockets and the Celtics butted heads[ll] twice for ‘Chips and both times Boston prevailed on the back of Larry Bird. The Celtics superstar forward for this tilt would be the wunderkind Kevin Garnett, while the Rockets foreign exchange center is from Africa by way of China, Ming Yao. The marketing is already in place so it makes the regular season kind of a waste of time. Sort of like the first forty-six minutes of most b-ball games.
The league can work all of its magic to engineer this matchup, but the one element that would have made this series an instant classic has been stashed away in the NBA’s closet of shame. Cocaine, you said? No, but you were close. Tightpants would be the correct answer. In the last twenty plus years since the decline of tightpants the Association itself has been foundering. The beauty of the game is now interminably lost as the players run up and down the court in Capri shorts, or are they coolots. Assists on an overall basis have been declining steadily as well as field goal percentages. Three point field goals made are up from the 1980’s numbers, but how hard is it to shoot a three pointer wearing board shorts?
Show me a professional sport, that is enjoyable, where the entire uniform can be worn as street clothing? I rue the day that Michael Jordan came into the league and altered the minimum length of the player’s shorts. This was the death knell for great basketball play. Baggy pants ruin everything they touch. Zoot suits turned gangsters into comedians. M.C. Hammer ruined rap music. Capri pants killed the NBA. Do you think Elgin Baylor would have been the Rookie of the Year if he didn’t wear tightpants? How the hell do you think Magic Johnson got his nickname? Pause[ll] to that last sentence.
Tightpants are what made an average player like Dennis Rodman into a Hall of Fame caliber player. To bad for Dennis that he was fucking crazy. Don’t blame the tightpants though. John Stockton, arguably the greatest point guard of all time wore tightpants well into the new millennium and for no other reason were the Utah Jazz still a competitive force. Let’s face it party people… Cocaine and tightpants made the Association what it is today. Provided that you don’t overdose on the former, and you don’t elongate the latter you might still have the greatest show on Earth. Word to Oscar Robertson.
NBA TIGHT PANTS REST IN PEACE SHOUT OUT…
Tuesday, May 11th, 2010
The NBA playoffs are in full swing so I thought I could take a minute of your time to remind you of one of my favorite players to come out of St. John’s University. MALIK ‘SILKY’ SEALY was a credible college player and a reliable pro roundballer until his life was cut short by a drunk driver.
Bronx born, MALIK was the product of the NYC Catholic school system and I cheered for him when he decided to remain home to play college ball in New York City. This was the kind of character that MALIK represented throughout his life. He never lived as a ‘me first’ player, but he accepted the role when it was handed to him. MALIK was selected in the first round of the 1992 draft. In his eight years in the league he established his value as one of the players that you wanted on the floor in the waning minutes of a ball game.
MALIK was on his way home from a birthday party held for his then teammate KEVIN GARNETT when his car was hit by a vehicle moving in the opposite direction on the wrong side of the highway.
I like the possibility of KEVIN GARNETT coming to the Knicks in the off season. K.G. owes New York City biggtime since he is indirectly responsible for the loss of two of our beloved favorite sons, MALIK SEALY and CONRAD McCRAE.
Rest in peace my brothers. I will be cheering for y’all again when I get on the other side of the game.
Standing On The Verge…
Sunday, May 9th, 2010
The sample sources from Ice Cube’s ‘AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted’ keep flowing thru my mind so let me know when y’all are tired of these joints…
Funkadelic featuring Eddie Hazel – ‘Standing On The Verge’
Someone forgot to send the ‘Keep It Classy’ memo to Utah fans, altho’ it prA’li wouldn’t matter since most of them don’t even have electricity do they?
Yeah, Kobe Bryant’s all-white photo shoot is even a bit artsy for the world of fashion, but that is how they do in L.A. For most folks from Utah cave art is still what’s in fashion. SMH.
L.A. and Phoenix will tilt for the West title so it seems.