Monthly Archives: December 2008

DeadBall Awards 2008

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As the year draws to a close we here at DeadBall decided we’d honour the occasion with our own crappy awards system, just like every other crummy institution. They’ll go out from tomorrow or the day after, hangovers permitting, and we’re aiming for one a day until they’re all finished sometime in the middle of January. We’re posting the categories below; if you’ve nominees for any of them you think we might have missed (our standards of research are ridiculously low, it must be said) feel free to post them as comments.

Categories for the inaugural DeadBall Awards:

Best non-sports sports moment.
Comeback of the year.
Clutch play of the year.
Best sports photo of 2008.
Best sport scandal.
Greatest Game – across all sports, the most brilliant match we saw all year.
Biggest choke.
Moron of the Year.
Champ of the year.
RadioSport Personality of the Year.
Best comp.
Most dramatic moment.
Sheer genius award – A play or piece of driving or shot that defies belief.
One on One sports, best individual sporting match.
Best Hair in sports.

So yeah, we’ll post the winners and honourable mentions from tomorrow(ish) onwards. See you then, and happy New Year and all that.
– DeadBall

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A Don At The Cricket

Images from the Boxing Day Twenty20 at Eden Park by Duncan Greive and Justin Warren. Words excerpted from The Godfather by Mario Puzo.
Michael often thought of Kay, of her smile, her body…

Michael often thought of Kay, of her smile, her body…

He was built as powerfully as a bull, and it was common knowledge that he was so generously endowed by nature that his martyred wife feared the marriage bed as unbelievers once feared the rack.

He was built as powerfully as a bull, and it was common knowledge that he was so generously endowed by nature that his martyred wife feared the marriage bed as unbelievers once feared the rack.

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Gully Creepin'

Usain Bolt’s WR victories in the 100m and 200m at this year’s Olympics in Beijing were second only to Michael Phelps’ eight (8! It still sounds totally unreasonable) gold medals in the pool. Phelps is a pretty great guy, who went up a bunch in my estimation after telling interviewers that he got himself psyched for performances by listening to Lil Wayne. That makes me wonder how he didn’t spend most of his performance trying to levitate, or semi-conscious… But I digress.

In addition to the outrageous, did-that-just-happen pace Bolt generated, it was his exuberance which shone. The fact that he could’ve broken 9.6 for the 100m had he not stopped to celebrate well before the finish, and, um, tied his shoelace makes me love him all the more.

Jacques Rogge whinged mightily about his celebrations, and justifiably got hammered for it, so watching Bolt perform the Gully Creepa, after each victory probably made him doubly sick.

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The Gully Creepa is a Jamaican dance whose creator, David Alexander Smith, better known as Ice, has just become one of the 1500 or so annual murder victims in Kingston. Continue reading

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Gully Creepin’

Usain Bolt’s WR victories in the 100m and 200m at this year’s Olympics in Beijing were second only to Michael Phelps’ eight (8! It still sounds totally unreasonable) gold medals in the pool. Phelps is a pretty great guy, who went up a bunch in my estimation after telling interviewers that he got himself psyched for performances by listening to Lil Wayne. That makes me wonder how he didn’t spend most of his performance trying to levitate, or semi-conscious… But I digress.

In addition to the outrageous, did-that-just-happen pace Bolt generated, it was his exuberance which shone. The fact that he could’ve broken 9.6 for the 100m had he not stopped to celebrate well before the finish, and, um, tied his shoelace makes me love him all the more.

Jacques Rogge whinged mightily about his celebrations, and justifiably got hammered for it, so watching Bolt perform the Gully Creepa, after each victory probably made him doubly sick.

The Gully Creepa is a Jamaican dance whose creator, David Alexander Smith, better known as Ice, has just become one of the 1500 or so annual murder victims in Kingston. Continue reading

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Celtics Warriors Basketball

For the past month or so ESPN.com has been barely able to contain themselves comparing the current Celtics season with that of the 95/96 Bulls. Will Boston make 70 wins? Will they match the record of 72 set by Phil and Mike in that fateful season? For some reason I really hope not. For this Celtics team to enter that most irritating discourse of ‘Best Ever’ would annoy me to no end.

While the scale is way out, I see (and dislike) similarities between the Celtics and my ol’ nemesis Lleyton Hewitt. Both are excellent athletes, both have won Championships, both are fighters/strugglers/HUNGRY. But both never shut the fuck up about it either.  The fist-pumping histrionics are all fine and well in the deciding moments of tight games – but all the time, every game? C’mon! Sure, winning the top prize in your sport gives you a certain amount of ‘bragging rights’ but there is only so much a spectator can handle before intensity fatigue blinds you to the many brilliant aspects of their game. Continue reading

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Guest Post: The Skinny Post: Weak 17

THE SKINNY POST: Weak 17

With the regular season over, its only a month til the Lingerie Bowl!:

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The cliche goes, ‘that’s why they play the games’.
My question: in week 17, the end of the regular season, do you have to? Fantasy leagues are over, most teams will play their scrubs or perennial backups (see Sorgi, Jim) and Vegas basically shrugs, puts its hands up and says ‘mheh’.

NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS v BUFFALO BILLS

Emperor Belicheck using his Sith powers to telepathically strangle you:
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New England are probably the best coached team in the NFL, even if that coach may be a grumpy taciturn cheat.
Bill Belicheck is that guy at work who never seems to come in to the office, forgets your name, and still destroys everybody with his monthly sales figures. Years later it turns out he was buying it all himself, and keeping it in his garage. Continue reading

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Bio-Logy: Mad As I Wanna Be

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Danny Morrison’s Mad As I Wanna Be was released in 1997, when Morrison had recently been dropped from the Black Caps, a situation which hangs heavy throughout. There’s no ghost-writer credited, but I presume one was involved, because it’s relatively readable and well-organised, unlike his too-often inane commentary. Ultimately the post-career bio stands or falls based on the intrinsic character of the subject. Unfortunately Morrison, while a solid, occasionally very good cricketer, is just not that interesting.

Which is not to say there aren’t some tremendously entertaining elements to this book. Firstly, it’s called Mad As I Wanna Be. Seriously. This from one of the most prosaic cricketers ever to represent New Zealand. Dennis Rodman’s autobiography is called Bad As I Wanna Be, curiously published three months after Morrison’s (did he steal the title? DeadBall wants answers), and its opening line is “On an April night in 1993 I sat in my pickup truck with a rifle in my lap, deciding whether to kill myself.” Rodman was openly bisexual, headbutted a referee and kicked an opponent in the groin. He earned that title. Morrison, meanwhile is chiefly remembered these days for purportedly snitching on his team-mates regarding their marijuana use while on tour in South Africa. MAD?!?! Not so much.

On the other hand he is pictured with an umbrella in the pool on the cover, and it’s not entirely clear whether he’s wearing any pants. So there is that. Continue reading

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