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Aaron and Duncan get on Radio 1 on Dunedin to discuss the astounding implications of the Melbourne Storm salary cap scandal, Piri Weepu’s looming defection to the Northern Hemisphere, Kevin Garnett’s elbow and the NBA playoffs, plus some other things I can’t quite remember. But it was a lot of fun, potentially the best BALLS! yet.
The 76ers have done what (nearly) every self-respecting NBA franchise with an eye for aesthetics should do: gone back to their old logo, colours and uniform. Check it out:
I know which shirt I’d rather wear. Anyway, not only is this weird because they are the first team to take the Hardwood Classics thing seriously, but they’ve done it after a relatively successful season. Pro franchises usually radically change their uniforms for only two reasons: a terrible terrible season, or a franchise changing rookie (see: Cavs 2003). The 76ers had neither. Continue reading
There’s been so much to say about these NBA Conference Finals that I’ve been shocked into some kind of paralysis. It’s like when you’re trying to write an essay for school, become too interested in the topic and just keep reading so much that writing becomes an impossibility. With that said I feel like I should just throw it all up:
“So what you’re saying is, if I just keep saying motherf*cker non-stop in all my movies, I’ll never be out of work?”
Last week I accidentally set fire to my penis.
No I didn’t, but good god it felt like it.
I went 0-4 in the first round of the NFL playoffs and lost money on a football weekend for the first time this year. It hurt. It really hurt. The Cards taking a lucky one off Atlanta I could live with. Darren Sproles almost single-handedly pushing out Indy? That one bruised me, but hey tomorrow will have me 50-50 right?
After the Ravens literally ran over Miami Sunday morning, I was wandering the house dazed and confused. For the final game of last weekend I was constantly shifting seats, rooms, watching, not watching, ANYTHING to try and unjinx myself. Even my lucky Obama baseball shirt brought no relief (yes I wore it Nov 4).
As the clock went double zeros and Philly had hammered the final nail in, I felt depleted, burnt out, a shell. I was DONE.
A future as a vastly more portly version of Matt Dillon in factotum lay before me.
But then fate intervened. Continue reading
In a previous post I compared this year’s Celtics team to a jealous girlfriend. They were defending their title with a fiery passion, mildly irrational paranoia and with Kevin Garnett picking on younger, prettier and strangely threatening girls (or basketball players). The clip below of Garnett taunting Jose Calderon is a compelling example:
In other words, it’s been entertaining – just like a bitchy cat fight. But also like a cat fight, it illustrates the inherent fragility and insecurity of the instigator. In hindsight perhaps the intensity of these Celtics was less bravado and confidence and more fear and desperation. As with declining dictatorships and insecure girlfriends, the severity and number of authoritative displays are in direct correlation with their fear of losing power.