as when baron davis threw it down on andre kirilenko during game 3 of the warriors-jazz playoffs.
my eyes have yet to return to their eye sockets.
Showing posts with label baron davis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baron davis. Show all posts
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
how a gay german germaphobe cabdriver inspired this posting
i had to take a cab from downtown to home after work because muni screwed me again. i swear, it's the best public transportation company as long as you have nowhere to go.
aaaaaanyways, my driver was a gay german germaphone, which is hilarious to say, much less watch. case in point: he literally sprayed windex on the passenger side window while stopped at a red light as he said, "ewww! ein think that dirt ich outside!".
pure comedy gold.
we were talking about things that piss people off, of which i mentioned muni, and he asked me if it pissed me off when people talked on their cellphone on the bus. of course, herr obvious, it pisses me off. then he told me about the brilliant beauty of a cell phone jammer, which kills all cellphone signals within a radius around you.
and by brilliant beauty, i mean that it is Illegal to operate, manufacture, import, offer for sale, including advertising with fines of up to $11,000 and imprisonment of up to a year.
achkh.
with that random bit of information, i figured it would be a good time to post a bunch of random links for you to enjoy.
you know, the steveohville speakeasy catch-all.
i don't know what's funnier in this classic, the reporter calling one of the most recognizable faces in america "bruce wilson" or how old habits die hard at the end.
if the prices for masterpiece gets any lower, stallone's gonna have to go back to work.
oh, wait, he is.
well, if that falls through, there's always this.
anybody else but me enjoying the baron fedora?
and, i hate to say it, but jordin sparks might be in jeopardy tonight.
aaaaaanyways, my driver was a gay german germaphone, which is hilarious to say, much less watch. case in point: he literally sprayed windex on the passenger side window while stopped at a red light as he said, "ewww! ein think that dirt ich outside!".
pure comedy gold.
we were talking about things that piss people off, of which i mentioned muni, and he asked me if it pissed me off when people talked on their cellphone on the bus. of course, herr obvious, it pisses me off. then he told me about the brilliant beauty of a cell phone jammer, which kills all cellphone signals within a radius around you.
and by brilliant beauty, i mean that it is Illegal to operate, manufacture, import, offer for sale, including advertising with fines of up to $11,000 and imprisonment of up to a year.
achkh.
with that random bit of information, i figured it would be a good time to post a bunch of random links for you to enjoy.
you know, the steveohville speakeasy catch-all.
i don't know what's funnier in this classic, the reporter calling one of the most recognizable faces in america "bruce wilson" or how old habits die hard at the end.
if the prices for masterpiece gets any lower, stallone's gonna have to go back to work.
oh, wait, he is.
well, if that falls through, there's always this.
anybody else but me enjoying the baron fedora?
and, i hate to say it, but jordin sparks might be in jeopardy tonight.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
how nothing beats playoff time
i watched two great playoff games today in which i had rooting interest. the edge of my couch is completely worn out, and my voice left me for good sometime before dinner.
NHL: RANGERS over SABRES, 2-1 in 2OT
the rangers needed this desperately. we're just another win from tying this shindig up. it's funny how the stanley cup playoffs work: the rangers have been the better team during the past two games, but ryan miller has been insane in goal for the sabres. that's just the way the puck bounces.
this game was back-and-forth, artistic, thrilling and punishing. it's everything thats makes hockey great. and, with everything at stake, every crossing pass, every slapshot, every scrum outside the crease takes such heavy importance, and rushes your heart up your throat.
i wish the NHL could bottle stanley cup playoff games and market it throughout the season. or, better yet, just hype it up throughout the season to make it something even the casual fan would look forward to.
because, simply, it is worth looking forward to.
NBA: WARRIORS over MAVERICKS 103-99
it's amazing how, after 8 NBA seasons, dirk nowitzki has yet to grow a set.
the assumed NBA MVP plays like a scared pussycat. from fading away on all his jumpers (even from three), to passing up open shots, to hiding in the corner during crucial offensive sets and to letting drivers attack the rim unimpeded, it takes a yeoman effort to even notice that he's even on the court. and, of course, you won't find him in the paint. you can't trust him to lead a team to anything other than disappointment.
simply put, he sucks.
on the other hand, baron davis is playing like the best basketball player on the planet. and, when the point guard is playing out of his mind and is the absolute top dog on the court, he winds up making his teammates look like all-stars. he's personally responsible for this upset in the making, from his aggressiveness to power to speed to absolute daredevil attacks to the hoop and avery johnson doesn't seem to have a clue as to how to stop him (although going to a zone would be somewhat obvious). baron is everything nowitzki is not.
the mavs look like that good white suburban team playing their first game against a team from the city.
and the warriors are feasting on it.
NHL: RANGERS over SABRES, 2-1 in 2OT
the rangers needed this desperately. we're just another win from tying this shindig up. it's funny how the stanley cup playoffs work: the rangers have been the better team during the past two games, but ryan miller has been insane in goal for the sabres. that's just the way the puck bounces.
this game was back-and-forth, artistic, thrilling and punishing. it's everything thats makes hockey great. and, with everything at stake, every crossing pass, every slapshot, every scrum outside the crease takes such heavy importance, and rushes your heart up your throat.
i wish the NHL could bottle stanley cup playoff games and market it throughout the season. or, better yet, just hype it up throughout the season to make it something even the casual fan would look forward to.
because, simply, it is worth looking forward to.
NBA: WARRIORS over MAVERICKS 103-99
it's amazing how, after 8 NBA seasons, dirk nowitzki has yet to grow a set.
the assumed NBA MVP plays like a scared pussycat. from fading away on all his jumpers (even from three), to passing up open shots, to hiding in the corner during crucial offensive sets and to letting drivers attack the rim unimpeded, it takes a yeoman effort to even notice that he's even on the court. and, of course, you won't find him in the paint. you can't trust him to lead a team to anything other than disappointment.
simply put, he sucks.
on the other hand, baron davis is playing like the best basketball player on the planet. and, when the point guard is playing out of his mind and is the absolute top dog on the court, he winds up making his teammates look like all-stars. he's personally responsible for this upset in the making, from his aggressiveness to power to speed to absolute daredevil attacks to the hoop and avery johnson doesn't seem to have a clue as to how to stop him (although going to a zone would be somewhat obvious). baron is everything nowitzki is not.
the mavs look like that good white suburban team playing their first game against a team from the city.
and the warriors are feasting on it.
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