Amazingly enough it’s not that difficult to find something to write about whenever you get into a rut. You sit down and theorize about all the sports that are out there. You ponder about topics, subjects, even teams you’d like to discuss.
But when it all comes down to it, just turn on your TV and let the ideas flow. My inspiration came when I sat front row at a Knicks game and realized a life I couldn’t have. A life with the Knicks City Dancers.
We are the New York Knicks!….City Dancers, and these women enjoy a good time
Just in time for Christmas, here’s “Rickey Henderson is the Reason for the Hendersonmas Season.” No, Rickey isn’t the son of God – although it wouldn’t shock me if he claimed he was – but he was born on Christmas, making this video clip doubly approrpiate.
Rickey Henderson is pretty easily the greatest leadoff hitter of all time, and he’s in the Hall of Fame where he deserves to be. But really, Rickey should have his own separate wing simply for being so damn entertaining over the years. Everyone’s got a favorite Rickey Henderson story, such as the time he told John Olerud that he used to play with another cat who wore a helmet at first base. “Ricky, that was me!” responded Olderud.
Or when Rickey was told he could sit anywhere on the team bus since he had tenure. “Tenure? Ricky’s got fifteen years!”
And by the way, does the singer’s voice in the video clip sound a lot like the dude from Crash Test Dummies? Mmm mmm mmm mmm….
Wow. No doubt this guy was seeing birds, stars, and muttering, “Which way did he go, George?” like some Looney Tunes character after taking that hit.
I can’t remember the last time I saw a hit like that. The guy ran through him like air. Ironic, since he knocked every last drop of air out of that guy.
The only good thing about those kind of hits, as far as the receiving end goes, is that they’re over quickly, and you look pretty damn tough after you get back up (helps if it’s on your own. I know from experience, if ya know what I mean.
[via NESW]
As one sports writer puts it: Kobe the Champ meets Lebron the Challenger
No other NBA game on Dec. 25 (Saturday in Manila) matters more than the one pitting the Lakers against the Cavaliers. On Christmas day in Los Angeles, Kobe Bryant faces LeBron James.
You know what the saddest thing about this hype fest has been? I see nearly zero mentions of Shaquille O’Neal in this entire tirade leading up to this game. He’s gotta be twittering about that or something right? But let’s get into this game.
Look, by all accounts the Lakers should absolutely smother the Cavs. Lebron could very well go off for 50 and I’m hoping he does for entertainment’s sake, but come on. Gasol himself could manhandle Shaq these days and I’m sure Bynum will never forget smashing into Shaq at the age of 18, now looking to embarrass the big fella (and he probably will).
I know all the hype has been about Kobe vs. Lebron but what excites me more is going to be watching Ron Artest guard Lebron. I mean if there’s anyone in the league who might be strong enough to do it, it’s probably the Tru Warier himself. Look, no one has the combination of strength and speed that Bron Bron does but still, it will be fun to watch Artest get physical with him.
And as Lebron potentially tires, it’ll be Kobe who manhandles the rest of the Cavs. But honestly can anyone stop Gasol or Bynum? Jesus am I really spinning in this many circles right now?
I guess I’m pumped to see this game. Moreso because I love to watch bad players truly get exposed. And the Lakers are awesome at doing that. I mean is Anderson Varejao good? Come on team. I admire his work ethic but he’s not smooth. He’s not a true basketball player. Gasol is going to eat him for breakfast.
Jesus, when you really think abou the Cavs, they are NOT a good team. Mike Brown is one lucky sum’ bitch. Can’t wait to see him get fired when they go 10-72 without James.
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Dunks of the decade – [HoopDoctors]
Japanese themed restaurants in Tokyo – [BigSmudge]
Caveman suggests a new verb – [CavemanCircus]
Hiccups in your holiday drive home – [RegretfulMorning]
The recent resignation of Vinny Cerrato and the THUMPING the Giants put on them last night were the last straws. I hear the name Dan Snyder all of the time. I know he’s the owner of the Washington Redskins, but who is the real Dan Snyder? From a quick glance, he looks like a relative of Louis Skolnick. I also get the impression he has a pretty big checkbook. The beautiful thing about doing what I do is; by producing this article I, for myself, can answer the question…. Who is this dude?
Within moments of researching this topic I was put in my place. Snyder is big time. This dude is BIG TIME. He’s the owner of the Redskins, Chairman of the Board for Six Flags Inc., owner of Johnny Rockets, and the Primary Investor in Red Zebra Broadcasting. His net worth is $1.3 Billion. The guy essentially made chicken salad out of chicken shit. He dropped out of college, started businesses, failed, succeeded, but before anyone could know it he was worth millions. He bought the Redskins for $800 Million, taking out hundreds of millions of dollars of loans.
Here’s the inherent problem. The Redskins suck. The team is pretty much an embarrassment. They spent $100 Million of Albert Haynesworth, who gets hurt every play, and $7 million on D’Angelo Hall this offseason, but minus a couple good games this year, they’ve been horrible. All season long we’ve heard about Jim Zorn’s job being in jeopardy. As a matter of fact, Snyder has made a habit out of hiring and firing coaches. They’ve made the playoffs once in what seems like decades. That apparently doesn’t mean squat though my friends. They are the second most valuable franchise in the NFL, and gross the highest revenue. Who knew right?
I will say this; I have a new found respect for Daniel Snyder. The guy is one helluva businessman so it’s hard for me to criticize him about having little knowlege about Football. When it’s all said and done, me as the sports loving neanderthal, can say congrats for being rich and owning a franchise, but you’d probably finish last in my fantasy football league bro.
And also, PLEASE stop talking about this guy in a George Steinbrenneresque manner… that’s a joke
Clearly this is fake but if it’s not I’m pretty sure I need to start watching soccer more. It’s not really the slapping that I’m so amused by. It’s the way this guy looks.
He’s very close to being some kind of a Borat character. Can you imagine this guy coming into the NFL and trying to pull that shit with some of the players? Man that would be awesome.
Carry on.
Because the way things are going, it looks like Nate is going to be getting a head tattoo and making home videos while high as a kite. From the New York Post:
When asked directly if he’d be willing to buy Robinson out like he did banished Stephon Marbury last February, Walsh did not dismiss the idea.
“When I signed him I thought he’d be an important player on the team,” Walsh said. “I don’t know. We’ll have to talk about it, OK, what is it [the number].”
Despite Walsh dancing around the issue, it’s pretty obvious that the Knicks are through with Nate Robsinson. And they should be – they’re a better team without him. Nate can score, but that’s really about it – and lots of guys in this league can score. He doesn’t have the enormous albatross of a contract that Marbury did, but paying a guy $4 million to sit the bench doesn’t make a lot of sense, especially when it’s arguable that Nate actually hurts his team.
I’ll admit, there’s a part of me that enjoys seeing selfish, one-dimensional players get banished to the bench. We’re all played pickup ball with the asshole who shoots every time he touches it and then brags that he scored 10 points (in a 15-point game), despite shooting like 30%. Nate Robinson is simply a glorified version of that type of player, and it’s sort of refreshing to see him benched as a sort of symbolic gesture toward all ball-hogging assholes.
