I love reading Henry Abbot, and pretty much all of ESPNs “TrueHoop” Blog. Dude knows his hoops. He also loves to hate on Kobe. Like I said, dude knows his hoops. No seriously, he has archives of data that kind of disproves the notion that “the black mamba” is really any better at the end of the game than a lot of other stars in the league. So he’s not really hating at all, just providing factual data in an op-ed fashion. For me, I really do just hate on him, because it’s pretty much all my opinion. But these opinions arrive from legitimate cues. Basically, my beef is this; his attitude just reeks of selfishness and vanity. Some might try to see that almost as a necessary evil on the court, like that killer instinct, or “the Jordan DNA”. But I feel like he’s different from Jordan in that Jordan really did just want to win. You seen him hugging that trophy? That’s real. What I see in Kobe is a whole lot of Hollywood. What’s Hollywood made up of? A whole bunch of actors and people who want to be famous. Kobe wants to be “THE man” more than “A man” on the winning team.
You can make the claim that Kobe Bryant’s teammates just don’t step up and that’s why he’s forced to do it all himself. But you could also make the claim that Micheal Jordan inspired his teammates to reach their ultimate potential, and that’s why he was able to trust them. What team was that last year who they (Micheal Wilbon for one) said completely maxed out their talent? Oh yea, that was the Bulls. Led by Derrick Rose.
So the dude I shared my season tickets with this year went this Bulls game at the UC while I stayed home and watched it streaming live from my computer (check out this site called FirstRowSports.tv, good looking out Bo) since I don’t have cable. I’m thrifty like that. Some call it cheap. Anyway, since I’ve been spending a lot more time watching basketball the past few weeks, as opposed to listening to new music, I thought I’d go ahead and do my best to totally rip off Bill Simmons and write a running diary as I watched the game tonight. It’s funny how it always turns into a good game when the diary is running, right Bill? He’s not reading this. Fuck.
Boozer refuses to put himself in a situation where he might have to foul. Terrible defense. Looked like he thought help would be there, and it wasn’t. He expects his teammates to save him. Thibs is an enabler….
Hawks shooting lights out, besides Josh Smith. Keep shooting Josh.
No shots for Rose yet….nevermind. Bucket.
Derrick Rose on the ball defense causes turnover, Deng finishes in transition. What about that defense from Derrick?
T. Macs legs are tired. Soon the rest of the Hawks’ will be too. Bulls D gonna be too much.
Korver, no respect. Called for foul when should’ve been a jump ball. I know he’s slow and white, but that does not mean every time he reaches it’s automatically a foul.
Keep shooting, J Smooth.
Rose is gonna take over, I know it. Bucket at the rim. End to end in about 3 seconds.
Bulls fans might start appreciating C.J. Watson, leader of the Bench Mob, after this one. Hawks D and Bench looking much better than the Bulls.
Omer. Hands! Please catch the ball.
Bulls O struggling without Rip. Looks like a game from last year. D. Rose might need to put up 40.
End of 1st
Seeing a lot of Refs waiting for the ball to land, or miss, to call the foul. Jo was clearly hacked, chucked it off the backboard, and still took until he was on the ground before the whistle blew. Good free throws
Rose on the bench. Need John Lucas III aka Johnny Trips to step it up.
Rose back in. Still Terrible O. Boozey needs to hit the open shots he’s getting. And take it strong. Misses 2 foot shot chucked off backboard after anticipating, but not receiving, any contact.
This is ugly. Neither team able to put the ball through the net. Boozey shooting good shots. When Derrick isn’t able to get in the paint and take over, and Deng isn’t hitting, or taking enough shots, Boozer is the next best option. Of course he’s broke as shit too.
Zone D almost completely taking D. Rose out of the game.
Bad offense is contagious. Boozer loses handle with no one around, throws the ball out of bounds.
D. Rose has still only shot once this quarter, missed tough floater. Stop deferring!
Good ball movement by bulls. Boozer holds onto it this time, AND scores.
Derrick misses jumper, but Boozer gets offensive board because it was the right shot to take. Make your fucking free throws Boozer!
This very well could be the worst game of Boozer’s career. At least it better be….
Omer does good….then does bad. And repeat.
I’m so glad I didn’t go to this game. Just awful.
Ronnie has lost all confidence on the offensive end already, but D. Rose is still passing him the ball every time down the floor. Brick, airball, miss, turnover. I know the D is really honing in on you Derrick, but please, just shoot the ball.
Bulls D making big stops. Korver misses transition three! Damn, crowd could have really brought the Bulls back after that one.
End of third
Kyle with a bucket…D. Rose block…miss by Kyle! But D. Rose with the three after the offensive board. Huge! Crowd alive
“M.V.P.!” Chants ring out through the UC as D. Rose knocks down a pair
D. Rose with two more trey bombs…shaking the shit out of everyone…knocking down free throws. This is what we’ve been waiting for!
Derrick with a corner kick to Deng for 3 reminiscent of that Heat game from a year ago.
Joe Johnson responds with a clutch trey of his own as the shot clock winds down.
Deng good cut, Taj good put back. Bulls basketball. Finally with 4 minutes left in the 4th.
Omer needs to take a seat. Too many missed defensive assignments/stupid fouls. Thank god Hawks are atrocious from the line tonight.
Bulls D still coming up big. Omer too. Bad shots by Hawks though.
So nervous when Korver has the ball in his hands and isn’t shooting..
Deng, with a Deng-like bucket through the lane.
Omer, again with the good D. Bulls ball with chance to take their first lead….
STOP IT D. ROSE! Derrick blows by Teague with a make at the basket.
Another backdoor lob! Fuck.
Teague misses both free ones! Hawks 13/23 from the line tonight.
16 seconds left down one….”everyone in the building knows where the ball is going”….remember that line about MJ from old Bulls tapes from the 90’s?
Derrick Rose with a TOUGH bucket OVER Josh Smith at the rim! Bulls take one point lead. He’s a bad man.
Bad call puts Horford on the line….but the ball don’t lie! 1 for 2 from the line. Tie game.
Damn, I wish I was at this game.
74-74 Tie Game
Let’s do this one more time…..”everyone in the building knows where the ball is going”….and Joakim makes a beautiful backdoor pass to Deng who finished at the rim after all the attention is drawn to Derrick! That’s why Joakim is in the game baby! Perfection. Bulls by 2
Joe Johnson misses tough shot on sloppy play. Gametime. Bulls
End of 4th
So I rocked my white Jason Williams Kings jersey today at the North Ave. beach Vollywood gig and I got at least 8 compliments/comments on my shit. Even dude riding his bike down the lake shore path as I walked home had to turn his head to give me props on that. It’s funny though, cuz obviously the only people that are gonna appreciate that and come talk to me about it are dudes. Well, that’s not entirely true. Two females made comments. One got really excited because she thought I was from Sacramento (she could not fathom why I would be wearing a Kings jersey otherwise) like her, but couldn’t even tell me who was on my back, and the other one thought it was an L.A. Kings (hockey) jersey……sooooo, yeah.
I use to date this chick in high school who was all about that silly fashion shit, and I was always so confused why she wore stupid shit that guys would make fun of her for despite other girls really liking. But I’ve come to understand. For instance, overall on the day I got nothing but compliments from dudes who may or may not had quickly developed a mancrush on me, but I guess that’s kinda why I buss it out every so often. Respect. My dude Spence disagreed with me that it was the baddest jersey on the beach. “It’s the greatest jersey ever.”
More importantly though, there hasn’t been a flashier dude in the NBA (white or black) since Jason Williams circa 98-04. And he’s got a ring! Dude was so fucking smooth it’s ridiculous. He was literally my idol on the basketball court. I even took the biggest jersey my sophomore year of High School so I could wear his number. My man. Check the 1:25 mark of this video especially. What he does to Brian Grant is just embarrassing, but I mean, it’s Brian Grant. But wait, keep watching….dude just crossed “The Glove” and left him looking like a paralyzed soccer goalie on a penalty kick. And the floater! Oh wait, and the 2:25, 2:51, 2:59, 3:37, 3:39….damn I miss this shit.
After taking some time to reflect, I’ve come to realize that being a “super fan” and going on that championship run with your favorite team can be a lot like falling in love with a girl. Just try to relate….
At first things are really exciting. You don’t know how long it’s gonna last, but you knew something special was happening from the very start. You connect on a level much deeper than the surface; they resemble what could be considered your twin. They provide you with the kind of joy, passion and excitement one could only hope to hold onto forever. You become so engulfed in the possibilities, nothing else seems to matter. Onlookers might call it an obsession, or maybe even find you a bit delusional for how strong of feelings you show, or how much time and resources you expend on them. Anytime you overhear someone say something bad about them, you defend them vehemently. Plus you ignore any minor slip-ups and refuse to unbiasedly equate any suspect behavior from the past as it may relate to the present. But you’re so high off the passion that none of that seems even relevant. So you ride it out as long as you can until ultimately things are no longer as perfect as they once were…
Maybe you come to find all those downfalls in the past, plus the harmless slip-ups along the way, really did mean something. All of a sudden everything you ignored while things were going well are now so apparent since things got tough. And then it’s over. You’re heartbroken. At first you go through stages of denial and maybe misdirected blame. You refuse to open any publication or turn on any program that might remind you of them. You especially make it a point to avoid any conversations about them as this really gets you depressed. Although you still replay memories of pleasure in your head, these obviously only leave you more saddened immediately afterward. Life sucks without them…for a while.
Then things start to become clearer. You realize that they could have done better….you could have done better. Thing just weren’t all right, and it just wasn’t your time. But you know, every ending brings new beginning, and along with that an opportunity to reflect and become even stronger. Then before you know it, there’s a new season on the horizon.
Personally, I wouldn’t change a thing. After everything, there’s definitely no hard feelings. We had an amazing run and had a ton a fun along the way. Man, we were so close to making it. I know I’ll never forget that…season. And despite all the heartbreak, when the next one comes along, I’ll stay making that same “mistake.” Because one time, it won’t be a mistake. One time, it will be the right time…the right season. It will be perfect. And not just a perfect in my head, but truly perfect in the end. Perfect because I know I went all in and wasn’t afraid of what might happen if I was wrong. Because if I doubt it or don’t show that same passion, I know it won’t be as perfect, or maybe it won’t be at all. At least, that’s what I gotta believe, because that’s the only way I know how to be.
Thanks for the memories, Bulls. I’ll never forget this one.
“I was looking forward to a Celtics-Heat playoff series for so many reasons, but mainly because it was a battle for everything I ever believed about basketball. Hell, it was the premise of my entire NBA book: that there was more to basketball than just a bunch of individually talented dudes playing together, that the concept of “team” mattered, that structure beat chaos, that there were ways to evaluate players beyond statistics, that there was a “secret” to all of this. Miami tried to cheat that structure and my Celtics were going to make them pay.
Then, the Perkins trade happened. If the Celtics can’t fend off the Heat, it’s up to …”
This is an excerpt from a Bill Simmons article before the playoffs began. The last sentence was a segue into presenting the Chicago Bulls as his favorite to come out of the East. Obviously for the same reasons he mentioned above, only replace Celtics with Bulls. Me and Jabal Abdul Simmons are almost always on the same page. And I couldn’t agree more on this subject. The Bulls (Gar-Pax) put together a team of high character athletes who have never really cared about the limelight. Yes, Carlos Boozer enjoys being the loudest guy on the court, loves stopping free throw fluidity by touching the ball after every shot, but he also is the first one off the bench when the guy who threatens his overall tick (which translates to stats and recognition for the win) is killing it on the floor (By the way, I told every Bulls fan I know to stop hating on Boozer when he was down because I knew he would pick it up and they should be there in support of him when he does. Well, I think Boozey is finally healthy and will be getting back to his 18 ppg playoff average, and maybe more to really make a difference in this series). The same goes for the rest of the guys. The Heat have the Super Friends, Wade and Lebron. But the Bulls have a full squad of dudes that genuinely like each other. That’s 1-12. Along those lines of top to bottom, the passion, determination, and trust in their coach from those 12 guys out weighs the talent and friendship of just 2.
The Bulls will win because the Heat are soft. We have 5 big men that can come in and contribute big things on any given night. Our interior defense will force the Heat to settle for jumpers night after night. As long as Chalmers, Jones, Miller, or any other guard other than the Super Friends don’t play out of their minds and over their capabilities, the Heat will break. Because not only are the Heat soft down low, they are soft mentally. More specifically, the Bulls will win because of Derrick Rose and Joakim Noah. They are the perfect compliment to each other. One an emotionally vocal leader while the other a quiet, humble, lead by extraordinary example. The one thing they have in common? The fire.
I was gonna put my mac’s movie maker to work before this series started and make my own lil 2010-11 Bulls highlight reel, but time seems to be at a premium these days and just wasn’t able to get it done. What really made me want to do it in the first place was this Roots song. I feel like it fits these Bulls so well, namely their leaders. So just listen to it and imagine Taj running down the court with his arms spread like wings in a state of profound joy, Boozer swinging from the rim with his head shaking back and forth with a galvanizing sense of confidence reminiscent only of D’Lo Brown, Korver coming back to the bench with a spring in his step but still an overwhelmingly calm and focused demeanor as he delivers high fives, Deng while he ferociously waves his arms up and down at mid court as if possessed by some sort of hysteria, Joakim as he nearly pops every vain in his body by letting out the most passionate roar one could ever imagine, and the snarl of our young MVP as he runs up to a frenzied crowd of 23,000 who have been waiting for this time to come for over 12 years as if to say “no one can stop me because no one works harder.” Thankfully, I will be one of those 23,000. Straight madness.
“You came to celebrate, I came to cerebrate. I hate losing I refuse to make the same mistakes”
So I got outta work 2 hours early tonight due to the ridiculous blizzard happening in Chicago, which looks to be worse than Allen Iverson’s supporting cast in the 2001 NBA Finals (yep, that’s where I’m goin with this). Very solid frontcourt (more so defensively) with Theo Ratliff in his prime and a slightly declining Mutombo, but Eric Snow (I think this is why I thought of the comparison) and Aaron Mckie? C’monnnn mannn. Anywho, even though it took an hour to get home, I still feel like it gave me a huge increase in the free time department, so I took some time to listen to the rest of this mixtape. As I noted when I initially took a listen to their work (Friday’s Rap Up), I am really feelin this Smiles Davis dude. At least, his taste in music is very similar to my own. Tabi is refreshing, but honestly I’m a bigger fan of the production on this mixtape. What I mean, you could put several other up and comers on this production, and I would still be into it…..But I guess I have to listen to some more Tabi to be able to finish the other half of that statement. But the two songs I included here use samples, more like complete instrumentals, from two of my favorite electronic/indie-rock songs. First one is off this Kings of Leon vs Lykke Li Mash up from a couple years ago, and the second from Cults “Outside” (previously posted here).
Lol, check out Tabi’s teaser video for the Mixtape. Ummmmm, what marketing strategy u goin for here? That’s right, fat booty sells. I actually like this song a lot, and think Tabi shines almost as much as that booty. Damn.
Annnnnnnnnnd let us reminisce over my guy AI in his prime (48 pts in Game 1 victory over LA, and especially over Tryone Lue)
Tracy Morgan was on TNT for the pregame of the Knicks-Heat game last night. Charles and Kenny were discussing which female they prefer (?), Palin or Tina Fey. When Tracy was asked for his opinion, he had this to say; “Yo, let me tell you something about Sarah Palin. She’s good masturbation material.” Followed by Ernie’s response, “I want to thank Tracy Morgan for stopping by.” Wow. That’s hilarious. I guess Tracy has a thing for librarians….Watch the video and how embarrassed Charles gets after he says that. Dude’s face turns pink. You’re a baaaaad man, Charles.