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”
I never understood why “old people” got so excited for the weekend. I guess you just need to get out in the real world and truly hate your job before you can fully appreciate what a Thursday night really means….tomorrow is Friday. I have no plans for the weekend, and honestly could not do a damn thing, but I would still be ecstatic to not be at work. fuck. I forgot I gotta work this Saturday. 4 hours tomorrow, 4 hours Saturday really ain’t a bad gig though.
Anyway, here’s a few jams you can start wangin in preparation for, and throughout the weekend. I’ll get back to that Hip Hop shit Sunday. So let me kick this off with thee Baddest remix I have EVER heard. Never has there been a more goosebump activating melody than the Chicago Bulls intro (although the White Sox intro gets me a pretty hype too). The dudes from Pretty Lights put this one together for their NYE show this year in Chicago. Damn, that place must have been wild. Pretty fuckin cool. Let me also say that Derrick Rose is the baddest man in the NBA.
Pretty Lights – NYE Chicago Bulls Intro Remix (Right click, save as to download)
I guess I could have named this post “don’t be a hater”, or something to that effect. Reason being, I catch myself not liking super popular acts mainly because I think a lot of people just like stuff because of it’s name, and really just don’t want to be the odd one out when everyone else is talking about how awesome “so and so” is. Similar to the “bandwagon” fan in sports. Anywho, Deadmau5 and Tiesto are two that I find myself hating on a little. Not because I don’t think they’re super talented, but because I don’t really see what seems to warrant ALL the hype. Can’t really hate on these too much though.
Deadmau5 vs Haley – Falling In Love With Brazil (Kaskade Mashup) (Right click, save as to download)
Dj Tiesto & Sneaky Sound System – I Will Be Here (Wolfgang Gartner Dub Remix) (Right click, save as to download)
When it comes to that club shit, ignorance is actually highly encouraged. That being said, here’s some Rosco Dash for you talkin non sense with that silly voice that sounds so nice, on a beat that bangs….this one here courtesy of Heroes + Villains.
Roscoe Dash – Show Out (Heroes + Villains Remix) (Right click, save as to Download)
This next remix by Coucheron is pretty laid back for the most part, but the breaks get a little intense. I guess that’s how a lot of this house (?) shit goes. Anyway, I like chick’s voice, and the remix is cool for what it is.
Firefox AK – Boom Boom Boom (Coucheron Remix) (Right click, save as to Download)
Alright, these next two I wouldn’t really consider club jams, but they are a nice pair of remixes that, depending on the crowd, I might include on a playlist if I had to prepare one for a pregame/small get together, before shit got crazy. By the way, I don’t think I’ve come across a remix to “Night by Night” I haven’t liked. Great song.
Chromeo – Night By Night (Skream Remix) (Right click, save as to Download)
Oh Land – White Nights (Twin Shadow remix) (Right click, save as to Download)
Derrick Rose. Rick Reilly would call that a complete sentence. Because only 3 years ago, he was in the same discussion as Micheal Beasley and OJ Mayo. After a Rookie of Year award in his first NBA season, an All Star bid in his second, he is now starting for what is easily one of the most loaded All Star lineups in the history of the NBA, all while some consider him to be the front runner for MVP at the halfway mark of the season. I can’t sit here and tell you with a straight face that I knew this was coming….at least not this fast. But I did see something in Derrick that you don’t see in many professional athletes. I can’t pin it on one attribute. It’s just everything this kid is about. His drive, his passion, his work ethic, his desire to win, his desire to improve, his humility, his snarl, all that shit. Those are just the intangibles. But I don’t have time to get into all the incredible things one can witness this kid do on the basketball court that make him one of the best in the league. Derrick Rose WILL bring the Bulls back to the promise land, and it may be a lot sooner than everyone thought. In the words of Stacey King, “This is why this kid’s special, this kid is special.”
Check out Nick Friedell at ESPN Chicago: Don’t be fooled — Rose wanted starting spot
And Rick Reilly of ESPN.com: An American Beauty
I am a first time season ticket holder for the Chicago Bulls, so naturally I’m a pretty huge fuckin fan. I love this Bulls team. Derrick Rose and Joakim Noah are leaders, and they’re winners. Derrick Rose is having an MVP caliber season, we’re in 3rd place in a competitive, top heavy Eastern Conference, and our “big three” haven’t even totaled 10 games on the floor together. AND Noah was playing hurt the games they did play together. Unfortunately, Noah was still MIA again saturday night vs MIA. But so was Lebron, so that made it somewhat even. Although, I’d say we are much better equipped to handle Noah’s absence than the Heat are Lebron’s. Anywho, these are NOT my seats (I wish). My boy Tony Tickets hooked it up though, so I had to take advantage and document this glorious occasion. Good looking out, bro. Check out the insanity at the UC. What a game.
See also: Michael Wilbon on Rose v Wade at ESPN