Remind Me Why We Watch College Hoops Again
Let ‘em paint their face, gawk at Erin Andrews, memorize the chants, co-opt their team’s glory as their own. That’s what college is there for. Live it up. This isn’t a brushback pitch against the college athletics experience. But this is a clarification that none of that is basketball. There are the naysayers who berate the pro game, ignore the women’s game and deign to call the college game the best basketball has to offer.
But those people are confused. They must be, because it’s not even close.
Picture This: Odom Just A Silkscreen Away From Sporting Three Wolves Shirt
We caught with newlywed Laker forward Lamar Odom and discussed a vertiable schmorgasbord of talking points such as his clothing line, fashion sense, power animals, and the word schmorgasbord, which neither of knew how to use properly in a sentence.
A Whisper In The Noise: When Pierce Was Better Than Bryant
Early Tuesday morning, former NBA pariah Stephon Marbury found himself too giddy from a rousing night of dance lessons and stargazing to fall asleep. So what does he do? He pushes out a few tweets disparaging former teammate and Celtics captain Paul Pierce.
Makes sense.
His actions, anyway, not the content of his remarks.
Nothin’ Wrong With A Little Face Time in the Shower
On Sunday, Laker coach Phil Jackson was interviewed on KLAC radio in Los Angeles about the ongoing development with his team, including the somewhat surprising acquisition of forward Ron Artest. For most members of the media, the arrival of Ron-Ron in LaLa Land was an unforeseeable development. For Phil Jackson, it was something that was foreseeable 13 months ago.The Conspiracy of Wimbledon’s Favoritism Toward Beauty
Halfway through this year’s Wimbledon tournament, stories popped up after a spokesman from the All England Club said that the people who schedule the matches to the courts tend to give the prime spots to the more attractive female athletes. Not surprisingly, the media and the blogosphere (unless bloggers are counted as members of the media, which my lack of a press pass suggests they are not) cried foul and sexism and sexism fouls and foul sexism.
The weirdest thing about the sudden hubbub over hot tennis players is that really, the Wimbledon play committee is far less guilty of it than even they’ve suggested.
