Championship Thoughts

Hope things have been chill with yall.

Me?

Well a sinister mixture of Gods Wrath and the Windows Boot process, has left me relatively computerless for much of the past week, a circumstance that basically mushed potential blogging plans in the face. Thanks to the computer genius of my boy Kevin tho, I’m back online (oh my beloved rapidshare) and ready to share a few random thoughts.


I watched the series ending game 6 of the N.B.A Finals the other night. When I say watched…I mean watched, the whole way thru. Every wack commercial, every sappy human interest story involving Man on trophy love, the whole thing, no DVR or nuttin.

No I don’t want a cookie.

I would like for you to know as a normally beyond avid NBA for most of my life, surprisingly Tuesdays season ender was the first game I watched in its complete form.

No I don’t despise Masta Stern that much to shun the formally fantastic game, if anything it’s the horrible presentation aesthetic while being broadcast on ESPN/ABC and my informal boycott anything Stuart Scott related. Rationale was set aside for game 6 however, due to the circumstances involved. Would Kobe become Jordanesque and complete the first necessary step to completing the previously imposable, or would Boston, a city which the nicest compliment I can bestow upon it is that its not Philadelphia, garner another championship?

Well we know what happened.

Then the beauty of sports ensued.


While Paul Pierce’s blatant plagiarism of football culture



without the expressed written consent of the N.F.L was nice, the true poignant entertainment moment broadcast for Americas consumption came via Kevin Garnett.

You could see, better yet hear it coming towards the end of the mammoth blowout which undoubtedly spurred sporadic drunken anger related violence in the Los Angeles area. ABC, living in a post Janet Jackson’s succulent nipple world, scrambled in flawed in attempts, to censor the raucous cursing stemming the jubilant Celtics bench. The rhetoric of joy form K.G and his cohorts would not be denied however, as in a interview that properly displayed how to hit on a female reporter (Joe Namath take notes) and how to be perfectly human.



Gone was the veil for fakeness we are indoctrinated to believe is professionalism, just heartfelt emotion naturally revealed after the accomplishment of a life long goal. Later in the evening Scoop Jackson a writer whom I can name 16,000 scribes whom I’m personally affiliated or just know of, that surpass him talent, struck up a carefree conversation with Mr. Garnett that seem to leave all but a few of the reporters in room perplexed.

Jackson asked Garnett how it felt to let it all out, to be free and just express how he truly felt. Kevin replied that is was like finally standing up to a bully and putting him on his ass. I might be extrapolating to much, but for a moment, one could swear he wasn’t just speaking about being a champion, but the freedom that being a world champion gave him to be himself, false contortions the modern athlete are forced into be damned….

After witnessing the trophy presentation, I might have been the only person in America who turned to NBA TV to watch the postgame press conferences. You know NBA TV the basketball equivalent of the NFL network with 10% of the quality and production cost lower then Channel 1, yup that one. Why?

Let me tell you sports fan, if you take anything from me know this: never underestimate the worth of a great press conference. Simply put, would like enjoy a meal fresh out of the oven emanating a blissful aroma or would you like your dish old, look warm, and served by germ infested hands?

That’s what I thought.

So I headed to channel 662 aka… the last channel before HD so it will forever get igged, to see what the newly crowned champions and well you know…the agony of defeat.


While admittedly there where some mundane moments, I still happened to witness what might have been one of the best moments of live television to occur this year directed by eerily Remy looking Brian Scalabrine.

I’ve said it before and still stand by it:

Fuck a sideline reporter.

If you want the real why don’t you just ask the guy ask the guy on the bench who never plays? It works in politics, why not sports?



What made the Scalabrine One man show even more hilarious was the bluntly spoken proclamation of a previously thought to be deceased by yours truly, Peter Vecsey, who stated to his visibly in denial partner that they “now know their careers are really over” because they got preempted by the red headed center from the LBC., right before he sent it over to David Aldridge.

David Aldridge

From ESPN to TNT to NBA TV?

Dammmmn Homie………

Anyway congrats to the Champions tho

K.G , Jesus Shuttlesworth and The Super Star who I wont make a Hairline or Almighty RSO joke about, along with there band of merry men. (pause)

Now all I haft to do is make it till training camp…….


Dame


Aim: ILLAIM365

Perception Of......

I guess that time can be taken from considerable mourning, prayer, utter disillusionment and being extremely distraught over the missing white female (blond no less)high school graduate in Aruba, to compose some updated scrolls for your consumption. You know….I think Marcia

would want us continue on with are normal lives. So in her memory or until she just magically appears like a runaway bride, I shall proceed to write.

Disclaimer: Yes I know I’m lazy. I also am aware that when somebody points out there own faults, denying you your unalienable right to criticize them, the joy of disparaging them dissipates greatly. Well I don’t apologize for that. I will say that for the 3 people that actually read my ish and the 2 who will and just don’t know it yet, I’ma step my game up. Those that are happy about said proclamation can send there thanks, to the heads of the Bush administration economy, who have so generously granted me glutinous amounts of free time, by making such inconveniences such as jobs, almost non existent.

Well since I’ve decided divulge my thoughts last nothing much has changed. Democrats are still a collective of hoes, Republicans are still intelligent thugs, scores of people perish daily in Iraq (soldiers, civilians and “insurgents”) and no body gives a fuck, and of course Black people continue to raise the bar of true art via music, with such contemporary classics as. “Gimme That Pussy” “I’m So Icey” and “Wait….till you see my d#&*”. So what is there to talk about?

Well usually I choose to discuss persons places or things (could’ve just said nouns I know) that some how seem to aggravate me. So maintaining that tradition, I choose to discuss my default religion and society’s greatest distraction, sports.

Recently there has been a lot angry diatribes directed at athletes, and the astronomical salaries they never truly will ever “earn” but yet still receive. The slanderous venom filled accusations placed upon societies role models by default include, being ungrateful, getting paid “all that money” and not doing there job, and of course my personal favorite, not respecting those that pay there salaries. In the spirit of non violence, instead of punching the next person who interrupts the sanctity my mgd while watching the game with his/her code speak, I’ll just articulate some points.

Point no.1 Your profession nothing to do with a athletes job. If your statement against professional athletes with “I only make” immediately mute your self. As much as you might try to suppress this fact, athletes are the LABOR that enables professional sports to run. Now you might to say to your self “hey I’m labor to” and if you’re really smart (and exploited) say as a enlightened Wal – Mart worker, you might say that your labor contributes to a multi billion dollar industry also. So what’s the difference? Well relying on my simple understanding of economics which states among many points that’s specialization is of high value to business. Few professions demand as much unique talent and superiority over ones peers than one in Large scale American sports. There are about roughly 8 billion plus people residing on this lovely planet of ours at the moment. Out of all the souls scratching the planets surface, precisely only 2,896 roster spots exist within the NFL, NBA, and MLB. And one only needs to watch to NBA draft and witness all kinds of players who resided from places on the globe one literally couldn’t place their finger on get drafted, to understand the earth is scoured for the best of the best. People can state that teachers, doctors, and fireman are woefully underpaid, and maybe they are, but it is infinitely easier to train a person to fill one of those positions than to graft a individual to become a professional athlete, hence the high compensation. With I all that said, I could’ve just made my point with “Until you have 20,000 to 60,000 people examine every minuscule move you perform at work, and millions vent there feeling about your job performance and of all things character through the media, keep ya asinine thoughts to yourself”.

Point. No 2. Athletes do not make to much money. While I do believe that it is a travesty of justice that a mediocre fielding 2^nd basemen who bats .236 and hits a astounding 8 homeruns a year during the steroid era to receive 6 million dollars a year, I understand why. The money has to go somewhere. In most cases nobody is gonna give you what they don’t already have. With the exception of a few sickeningly rich persons who view there sports franchise as grown up toys (like a real version of madden) most are business persons who like most captions of industry, their main focus is making a profit. Simply put, if the money wasn’t available, the owners would not pay it. The currency is out there in droves in sports business these days. If anybody should be entitled to it shouldn’t be those who make the product possible? Society has finally started to acknowledge that corporate CEO’s making ludicrous amounts of money when the companies they head are going bankrupt is sortta wrong, but think that the owners should keep all of the spoils of professional sports, I wonder why? No body cries when actors, sometimes really bad actors receive 20 million dollars plus a film that potentially will lose money , but let a athlete make 10 million when “good people are being laid off”. I coulda just said “would you really play running back in the NFL for anything less than a cool million”?

Point no.3 Be are not honest with themselves and rationale. I find it interesting when I listen to the complaints about out of control athletes, most of the talk centers around the NFL and NBA, not the NHL ( who truly doesn’t have the funds to pay out such salarys) MLB (buy most accounts the least physically demanding of the major sports). Or when the “I pay your salary and the ignorant ‘these young players are making to much money statements are arisen they also mostly are directed towards the NFL and NBA players. My theory is that people superimpose their views and feelings on sports and athletes. Sad but true, millions of people find it therapeutic to mask there jealousy and resentment and sometimes latent or overt racism through the realm of sports. If it as a established if not elaborated fact that a great deal of animus exisit between young black males and “main stream American society” why is it so hard to acknowledge in the realm of sports?

As in most endeavors of life, thinking through issues of sports usually helps bring greater clarity, so the next time you think T.O is a punk soly because he wants to renegotiate a contract that the Eagles can terminate without compensation at any time, or state the new generation of player is killen the NBA think about WHY you think and feel in that manner. Before a mgd drinker sees through ya b.s facade.