It wasn't a good night for Superman.
Dwight Howard is great for two reasons. He is great at efficient inside scoring and he blocks shots like a maniac. Sure he has no jumper, sure his free throws sometimes make Shaq look like Ted St. Martin. His weaknesses don't overcome his massive strengths.
Except last night.
Magic Heat is a big matchup. The Heat are a title contender. The Magic are an alleged title contender (I don't buy it. A team paying Gilbert Arenas 80 million to remind us all of what happens when you take a guy with talent but no maturity and a 40 year old body despite being only 29 and make him ridiculously rich simply because every team has to be making somebody ridiculously rich. Oh yeah, and he comes off the bench. Right, title contender.) The two teams were 1-1 against each other going in. Coming out, it was clear who the East leading Celtics really needed to worry about.
Prior to the game Dwight Howard threw chalk in the air. He took photos of his teammates with an invisible camera. He danced around. You know, stuff Lebron used to do. Funny since Lebron was there. James says he didn't see it. Right, and Shaq didn't mean to push Charles Barkley. Whatever.
Something made Lebron score 51 points. He decided to drop in three pointers in peoples faces like he thought he was Reggie Miller for some reason. Something inspired him to rack up points faster than Tosh.O can offend your grandmother.
You know what I think? I think he saw Howard mimicking the things he used to do in Cleveland and thought, "Hey maybe since he's doing my pregame from Cleveland, I'll show him my game from Cleveland." You know, when he embarrassed opponents so often it wasn't even interesting anymore. Oh yeah, that Lebron. The one that never really went away.
Meanwhile Howard had 17 points and 16 rebounds. Hey, that's not bad right? Oh but he took 13 shots to get those 17 points. Oh but he was 3 of 13 from the line. Oh he didn't block a single shot. Oh.
Keep dancing Superman. Does this make Lebron Lex Luther? Nah, just a better basketball player. Yeah, I said it.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Pilot
Vincent Van Gogh had to start painting sometime. Likewise, Beethoven had to start somewhere. Just as the world now cherishes these men for their artistic contributions, so shall I one day be recorded in the annals of legend. But first, I must perform that solemn duty which I have been entrusted with. I shall deliver to the world the cold hard facts and irreconcilable truths behind the complex and multifaceted Pantheon of sports that is the NBA.
Much is speculated on a daily basis about what happens in the League. Things as simple as the color of Kobe's shoelaces can yield to enough contrasting interpretations to make Inception look like Sesame Street. Ever grow tired of the vitriol? Ever wonder what's really going on? Why waste time following some 'insider' or 'professional' when one can simply watch the NBA on TV and know as much as any crackpot talking head paid to blather on live air.
I can prove it.
And so I embark on my journey. I believe the National Basketball Association has far more to offer in the field of athletics and entertainment than most give it credit. The game of basketball is the most complex, vibrant, and, yes, beautiful game out there.
It has its issues, of course. Who knows, perhaps once I enlighten everyone on the true majesty of professional basketball the NBA will exponentially expand into the true titan of sports. Perhaps it will put a stranglehold on the American viewer and hang its players out to dry in the name of industry. You know, demand that they play the game with more discretion and less violence under pain of useless fine. While moving to increase the length of the season by a few games every decade until they play year round and the average life expectancy of a player's knee, ankle, shoulder, and brain are around one month.
Oh, wait. I'm talking about the NBA here, not the NFL...
At any rate, putting it as frankly as possible... The NBA reigns supreme. Follow me, and I'll show you why. If my words somehow prove otherwise, don't blame me. Its someone's fault besides mine. I'm only Guilty by Association.
Much is speculated on a daily basis about what happens in the League. Things as simple as the color of Kobe's shoelaces can yield to enough contrasting interpretations to make Inception look like Sesame Street. Ever grow tired of the vitriol? Ever wonder what's really going on? Why waste time following some 'insider' or 'professional' when one can simply watch the NBA on TV and know as much as any crackpot talking head paid to blather on live air.
I can prove it.
And so I embark on my journey. I believe the National Basketball Association has far more to offer in the field of athletics and entertainment than most give it credit. The game of basketball is the most complex, vibrant, and, yes, beautiful game out there.
It has its issues, of course. Who knows, perhaps once I enlighten everyone on the true majesty of professional basketball the NBA will exponentially expand into the true titan of sports. Perhaps it will put a stranglehold on the American viewer and hang its players out to dry in the name of industry. You know, demand that they play the game with more discretion and less violence under pain of useless fine. While moving to increase the length of the season by a few games every decade until they play year round and the average life expectancy of a player's knee, ankle, shoulder, and brain are around one month.
Oh, wait. I'm talking about the NBA here, not the NFL...
At any rate, putting it as frankly as possible... The NBA reigns supreme. Follow me, and I'll show you why. If my words somehow prove otherwise, don't blame me. Its someone's fault besides mine. I'm only Guilty by Association.
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