I routinely find my radio tuned into 1450 am. For those of us in Milledgeville, Ga. (yes...I know...everyone knows you don't have to remind me) that means ESPN radio. Well the talk of NBA contraction came up today and got me thinking about what it would do to the league.
Now clearly the owners of the eight teams, who will be saved the ebarrassment of being named, would love to simply shut the team down and save the million upon millions of dollars they spend every year. But how would David Stern go about doing this. How could you just shut down NBA franchises and simply ship All Star caliber talent about the league? Well the answer is you can't, so the idea of contraction is just silly. The NBA is a league where it is very difficult to create a consistent championship contender, arguably the most difficult of the three major sports. However, it is also the easiest to create a playoff team. Sixteen teams go to the playoffs, eight from each conference, and judging by the talent pool available at the top of every draft one could easily imagine why this would be so. The Wizards (John Wall), 76ers (Evan Turner) and Nets (Derrick Favors) are perrenial playoff partcipants in the near future especially considering how poor the East is. So get over it...NBA fans aren't stupid. Win and the money comes in.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
The Dime
Welcome to the first installation of The Dime. Basically this will be a column updated regularly pertaining to a topic that I am "burning" about. This could be from any sport and will typically be the most controversial portion of the blog (with the possible exception of my can't miss picks which seem to miss regularly). Enjoy and feel free to comment with any of your own thoughts or even some ideas for future Dimes.
The Eagle that Seems to Fly a Little Too High
As I was watching the end of the Giants-Eagles game yesterday I couldn't help but smile watching Michael Vick dominate the fourth-quarter as if he was playing against some no-name JUCO team. Vick led the Eagles to a miraculous comeback and should be solidly commended for his efforts on and off the field following his prison sentence. Michael Vick has done everything he has been asked and more, revitalizing a team that was in much need of fresh face following the departure of Donovan McNabb.
But....this column isn't about the superhuman abilities of Vick, rather the super UN-inspiring actions of Desean Jackson. The play itself: A breathtaking 61-yard punt return that highlighted every ounce of what makes Jackson THE most electric player in the NFL. Then, of course, came the egotistical theatrics that also accompany the Eagle wide-receiver. Take a look:
Amazing. Ridiculous. Stupid. All come to mind when I watch this. Note to Mr. Jackson: You're good. You know it, we know it. Stop with the pre-endzone celebrations. They're lame and outdated and nobody wants to see them, especially your true fans. Another example of these actions:
Another display of shear talent gone to waste with a disgusting display of poor sportsmanship. I'm sure many of you feel as I do and then there are many that don't. Some love it. Growing up in Miami I was surrounded by people embracing this type of showmanship. Personally the hand-the-ball-to-the-ref dance is much mroe effective.
But hey, what can you do?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I'm Back!
Well everyone I just want to thank-you for taking the time out of your day to read this...or pretend to read...whatever. Somehow you've found yourself at this point and questioned whether or not to read on. Well if you want proceed to that next paragraph down and if not, well thanks for the hit on my blog.
Basically, I'm here to vent on a few issues that have had me boiling for the past couple weeks or even months. The blog is going to step out of the its general realm of straight college football and start focusing on varying sports and topics....shoot I may even touch on the possible celebrity gossip once in a while. If you don't know me well enough that previous line was about as sarcastic as it gets.
Hate, Hate, Hate
Strong title huh? Note the putrid green that I associate with the Boston Celtics and more directly the used-to-be "Big Three". Now before you take this as my homeristic bias towards the Heat and the newly appointed "Big Three", trust me it is not. If I am anything it is a realist and I will tell it to you like it is. The Boston Celtics are the best team in the Eastern Conference and until the Heat prove they can beat them they will probably stay that way. But, why do they think they are God's gift to earth? What have they done since taking their talents to Beantown? One ring. Yet Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce feel necessary to consistenlty open their mouths to various media outlets as if this is some sort of significant moral victory. Newsflash: It's not. You have as many rings as Dwyane Wade, Brian Grant, Eddie Jones, Brian Scalabrine...whoever. You're not that significant. Malone and Stockton didn't get praised for winning Conference Championships and neither should you. Are you a great team? Yes, without question. Are you the greatest thing since __________ (I didn't want to reference sliced bread here so fill in the blank with your own innuendo). The Spurs and Lakers may come to the podium to flip the bird at the annual haters ball (yes, reference to Dave Chappelle viewers), but the Celtics, nah. Ray Allen, you don't say much but your on-the-verge-of-crazy-glitter-wearing-jersey mother is and she probably makes up for it. Now am I saying that I would do something crazy and slap my mom or cuss her out, no. But, I would definitely not be giving her thousand dollar tickets to sit in the front row and wear that.
Basically, I have come to this. I don't hate the Celtics but I have come to realization that I severely despise them. It's not because they "win" because frankly they don't really win enough for me to care. I despise them because of the way they go about their business. Now before you jump on me about how Lebron made his decision I don't condone this move, however he doesn't run around making a mockery of himself on a nightly basis like Paul Pierce or KG. Throwing powder doesn't constitute being a joke, calling someone a cancer patient at the free-throw line is (Yes, this happened. Charlie Villanueva did not mishear, he's not foreign and didn't understand. Of the two in the conversation he's the one who at least attended college for a year.) But hey if they want to embrace it let them enjoy their glory, whatever is left of it. Enjoy that lone ring...that is all.
Basically, I'm here to vent on a few issues that have had me boiling for the past couple weeks or even months. The blog is going to step out of the its general realm of straight college football and start focusing on varying sports and topics....shoot I may even touch on the possible celebrity gossip once in a while. If you don't know me well enough that previous line was about as sarcastic as it gets.
Hate, Hate, Hate
Strong title huh? Note the putrid green that I associate with the Boston Celtics and more directly the used-to-be "Big Three". Now before you take this as my homeristic bias towards the Heat and the newly appointed "Big Three", trust me it is not. If I am anything it is a realist and I will tell it to you like it is. The Boston Celtics are the best team in the Eastern Conference and until the Heat prove they can beat them they will probably stay that way. But, why do they think they are God's gift to earth? What have they done since taking their talents to Beantown? One ring. Yet Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce feel necessary to consistenlty open their mouths to various media outlets as if this is some sort of significant moral victory. Newsflash: It's not. You have as many rings as Dwyane Wade, Brian Grant, Eddie Jones, Brian Scalabrine...whoever. You're not that significant. Malone and Stockton didn't get praised for winning Conference Championships and neither should you. Are you a great team? Yes, without question. Are you the greatest thing since __________ (I didn't want to reference sliced bread here so fill in the blank with your own innuendo). The Spurs and Lakers may come to the podium to flip the bird at the annual haters ball (yes, reference to Dave Chappelle viewers), but the Celtics, nah. Ray Allen, you don't say much but your on-the-verge-of-crazy-glitter-wearing-jersey mother is and she probably makes up for it. Now am I saying that I would do something crazy and slap my mom or cuss her out, no. But, I would definitely not be giving her thousand dollar tickets to sit in the front row and wear that.
Basically, I have come to this. I don't hate the Celtics but I have come to realization that I severely despise them. It's not because they "win" because frankly they don't really win enough for me to care. I despise them because of the way they go about their business. Now before you jump on me about how Lebron made his decision I don't condone this move, however he doesn't run around making a mockery of himself on a nightly basis like Paul Pierce or KG. Throwing powder doesn't constitute being a joke, calling someone a cancer patient at the free-throw line is (Yes, this happened. Charlie Villanueva did not mishear, he's not foreign and didn't understand. Of the two in the conversation he's the one who at least attended college for a year.) But hey if they want to embrace it let them enjoy their glory, whatever is left of it. Enjoy that lone ring...that is all.
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