Aaron Hawkins of Radio 1 in Dunedin and DeadBall’s Duncan Greive preview the upcoming NBA season with particular reference to the chances of the new-look superfriends version of the Miami Heat. They also discuss live basketball by way of the Breakers’ superb come-from-behind (the best way to come) win over the Perth Wildcats on Wednesday, and debate the merits of international rugby league.
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The Tall Blacks campaign is over. I’m sad, but it’s tinged with hope, because this was largely a young team which will build anew from here, and there was something a bit magical about their play at times. But more on them later. There’s a more pressing issue which needs addressing.
The New Zealand fans. The guys above embody all the worst things about our national team supporters – particularly those overseas with the light on them. As Silvio Dante would say “disgusting”.
Where to begin? Homemade singlets, for starters. I would kill for a legit NZ singlet. They’re sponsored by f***ing Amway! That’s pretty much the top tier of absurd national team sponsors I reckon. But wife beaters and vivid? C’mon bros, step your game up. Secondly, the bowties? Is it a stag? Please let it be a stag. But even if it is, they’re at every game in that artless get-up, shaming our nation worse than Sonny ‘the rapist’ Shaw – who thankfully didn’t make the trip.
Beyond that, the haka? Jesus Christ. It’s bad enough that the Tall Blacks do one – and it’s Ka Mate, one indelibly associated with another New Zealand sports team, who they’ve already punsomely swiped the name from. But fans in the stands, all white, completely out of time, in f***ing bowties and wife beaters? Please, no. Instead, a fan of a very different age and gender lit my fire during the champs:
Even the weather seemed in on the act as I watched on Maori TV. The rain began to fall just as the Breakers shots started to dry up. From the dizzying heights of a twenty point lead to the crushing lows of a six point loss , 103-97. The photo above says it all, the tigers fed off the carcass of the Breakers’ broken dreams.
Did they fly too close to the sun on this one? The first quarter opened with “the Bear” hitting threes and the Breakers defense looking focused, angry and eager. Up 13-0. But beneath the enthusiasm there was a sense of desperation, like a little brother determined to beat his older, stronger brother. Rickert was all fist pumps and chest bumps, even after the most menial tasks. Boucher was performing his typical demolition job on the opposition’s offense, pulling down boards and punching the ball away in the most baffling of circumstances. At one point the tigers coach told his players “he doesn’t get another fucking rebound”. Continue reading
It doesn’t quite add up. The Breakers were performing sublimely, walking with the confident swagger of destined champions, and then bang! The wheels are off. Big time. Six losses in the last seven games. Hesistant shot selection, poor decision making, lack of team work. Sure, we can point to Bruton’s injury not allowing Penney the room he needs to score. Or that the fact both the Breakers big men, Behrendorff and Foreman, look malnourished. Genuinely like they don’t eat. But when Murray Deaker casually dropped that five of the Breakers are expecting children in the next few months or so, it was like someone non-chalantly revealed the murder weapon at the scene of the crime. That’s right, five expectant fathers. Almost half the team. I found this hard to believe, A) from a statistical standpoint and, B) have you seen the Breakers? It’s not like we’ve got N Sync out there. Yeah, N Sync . I’m not ashamed. Continue reading
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Hair is heaven’s water flowing eerily over us
– Bill Knott
A big year for hair in sports, due in large part to the efforts of one man who took it all on his shoulders. Literally.
Back in March of 2002, a journalist for the University of Wisconsin’s campus paper The Daily Cardinal wrote this about Kirk Penney:
“Kirk Penney looks to me like the kind of guy who goes in to get his hair cut every two or three weeks. He looks like the kind of guy who puts at least some time into his hair every morning and I think anyone who does that harbors some feelings of insecurity.”
The article is interesting as it paints Penney as an athlete who maintained his hairstyle with strict and unwavering discipline. In 2002, he sported what could be described as an American-style crew(esque) cut, short back & sides with a little room to manoeuvre on top – classic, sharp, focused, with military undertones.
So as the 2008 NBL season began, it was a surprise (a sexy surprise) to see that Kirk Penney had unleashed the beast in the off-season, allowing his hair to express itself as freely on the scalp as Kirk does on the hardwood. Penney appeared to be giving no firm directive to his hair – he was saying to the hair “you go out there and play your natural game. I have faith in you, I know you will make the right play”. Continue reading