I’m very anxious for the NBA Finals to start. It should be interesting to see how the Cavs match up with the Spurs. But another three days to Game One? Damn. Never been too big on the French Open, it’s too early to care about baseball, and what else is going on? Blah.
My prediction? San Antonio in six.
I don’t care what he brings to the table, Rasheed Wallace is a fool and a detriment to his team. He is constantly bitching about something and it’s just boring. Good riddance.
Oh, man. That’s gotta suck. Vince Carter just dribbled the ball out of bounds with two seconds left and his team two points down.
Wow. That will live with him like a loud, drunk hobo that won’t leave his house. Ever.
In other news, I am sick with a sinus infection. Dammit. Lots of tomato juice, vitamin C tablets, and a little of that Walgreen’s version of NyQuil.
ESPN’s reporting that Ricky Williams has failed his piss test and cannot apply for reinstatement to the NFL until September.
I used to just shake my head a little and make a distracted expression when I’d hear about Williams’ seemingly deliberate inability to not smoke until it occurred to me —just now— that there’s nothing “seeming” about it: it is a deliberate refusal to not smoke.
It would be a good thing if this were widely used as a point of interest in the ongoing [debate] over the almost-incredible stupidity of the war on drugs and on marihuana, in particular, but some people have an interest in pretending that world-class athletes are somehow adversely affected by their use of marihuana. It isn’t true, though. Except, of course, as a legal and, therefore, professional matter. Otherwise, it is self-evidently stupid to suggest that these huge and powerful professional athletes are harming themselves with the recreational use of a plant.
Yeah, well. I know the sports community may speak to it, but it’s just going to be company man bullshit.
I’ve been trying to enjoy the NBA playoffs, but what’s making it almost impossible is Charles Fucking Barkley. If we’re not getting a full whiff of his extremely undisciplined and self-indulgent pre-, mid-, and post-game commentary, we’re subjected to his narcissistic and unskilled celebrity persona in the same two stupid cell phone ads he’s in with Dwyane Wade. And these ads are run over and over during the games until the premise of the ads somehow insinuates itself into the gametime analysis.
Barkley was a great player, an important sports figure, and once was an interesting critic of his own role as a celebrity. But now? The only thing that’s worse than this lazy and arrogant approach to his job as a commentator is the fact that TNT is literally confusing it with their sponsors’ adverstisements. What, is it 1949 already? Is this the Camel News Caravan? Get outta here.
These kinds of stories help change minds:
Three top prospects for this year’s NFL Draft have admitted to using marijuana, NFL team sources have confirmed to The Sports Xchange.But sources also said the admissions should have little or no impact on their draft ratings.
The players cited are Georgia Tech wide receiver Calvin Johnson, Clemson defensive end Gaines Adams and Louisville defensive tackle Amobi Okoye. None of them tested positive for drugs in tests done by the NFL or in any of the random tests conducted in college by the NCAA.
According to ratings by NFLDraftScout.com, each player is the top prospect at his position. Johnson is ranked as the top player in the entire draft, Adams is seventh and Okoye 10th.
Do you think anybody worth listening to is going to think any less of these guys on account of pot? It’s a joke to think about. Are they less likely or qualified to be favorites of the fans and even heroes to our youth?
It’s not like these guys are Len Bias, you know. Let’s draw some distinctions and stop being such fucking cops about everything.
What a surprise. I just saw the first three Super Bowl ads (from scrimmage) and —guess what. They were all full of stupid asshole violence.
Now, I don’t mean to be some annoying Andrea Dworkin of violence in TV commercials —especially on a sacred day such as this— but is this boring brutality necessary? It’s funny to strike a friend in the head with a rock because you wanted the last beer? It’s enjoyable to see a beautiful woman almost get struck by a car and knocked to her knees?
Just fuck off. There’s millions of degenerate alcoholics out there already who don’t need any more “ideas” on Super Ashura Bowl Sunday.
Maybe Sean Payton was thinking of basketball where you can’t call a time-out if you don’t have any to call. That’s a technical foul in basketball, but not in football.
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen defenses in football calling two time-outs in succession to ice the kicker.
Chicago over New Orleans, 24-17.
New England over Indianapolis, 34-17.
In the Super Bowl, Tom Brady is the MVP.
UPDATE: Uh, well…uh…Go Bears?
Did I hear that right? The Ohio State Buckeyes hadn’t played a down of football in 51 days?!
The selfish, timid, and backward-looking minds that govern the game of Division I-A college football need to think about that one for a moment. What other team sport imposes such a delay between the end of the regular season and the one-off, prearranged bout between “No. 1″ and “No. 2″ that they call a championship game?
That’s another way that bigtime college football is like prizefighting.
I don’t know the numbers, but I’ll bet there’s a higher incidence of injury in major bowl games than there is during any other game of the season. Why might that be? Because these guys are waiting around for weeks before they get to play for pay in their exhibition bowl game. And they are not as physically, mentally, and emotionally ready as they would be if there were greater contiguity between the season and the “post-season.”
The top-ranked college football team in America got wasted tonight. Are they that bad or is the system in which they strove for the national championship tonight flawed and retarded? I don’t have a problem with Florida winning, but I would have rather seen them win in a real playoff system rather than in this cockfight.
So, congratulations to Emmitt Smith, who must be feeling like the luckiest bastard on Earth right about now.
