Jan
07
2010
5

BOOM-SHAKALAKA!!

Gore-tastic!

Clintastic!

In what’s sure to make the day of everyone alive in the mid-’90’s, EA Sports is set to announce the return of the greatest video game of all time, NBA Jam, for the Nintendo Wii.   If the thought of sharp-elbowed NBA player caricatures with Barry Bonds-sized heads on Kate Bosworth-sized bodies doesn’t get you pumped, then you were either a deprived child or just aren’t human.

There’s really no way the EA execs can screw this up if they stick with the original formula, down to the George Clinton-style P-Funk soundtrack and the endearingly repetitive, poor man’s Marv Albert announcer.  My only suggestion would be having at least one old school player (of the always interesting hidden variety, perhaps) on every team, because quite frankly, I need more of Tom “The Bomb” Gugliotta and Blue Edwards in my life.

Without further ado, I present the three players  – since starting with Tournament Edition, teams could make substitutions after each quarter — who  should be represented in NBA Jam 2010, along with one old school star in parenthesis.  I mean, just imagine Mark Price lobbying one up for LeBron James, or O.J. Mayo feeding one to “Big Country” Reeves.  Whoops, bad choice of words there.

(Note that since there were only 27 teams at the time of the original game’s release, I took the liberty of choosing a retired “legend” for Toronto, Memphis, and Charlotte — the Bobcats, that is, since the 1993-94 Charlotte Hornets once featured the epic and my personal favorite duo of Alonzo Mourning and Larry Johnson.  Well, aside from the phenomenal Rookie All-Star squad that included the likes of Bill Curley, Eric Montross, and Yinka Dare.)
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Sep
24
2009
3

Bill Plaschke Also Also Sucks..

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Well well well. If it isn’t my old friend, Bill.

It’s been two months since ‘Ol One Word Paragraph got the Lowposts treatment. But he’s gone and done it now. Defending the Ron Artest signing. In our two previous installments of Bill Plaschke Also Also Sucks, Bill told the Lakers not to trade Lamar Odom - who’s now marrying a crazy person - and he … defended the Ron Artest signing.

To the Repetitive Machine! (more…)

Jul
08
2009
3

A Case of Facial Profiling

In a sport where players get extreme close-ups on every trip to the foul line (although Hedo Turkoglu might single-handedly put a stop to that), the NBA still manages to maintain some highly questionable grooming habits. Whether it’s a fashion statement, a gentleman’s bet, or just pure laziness, we’ve seen some truly awful facial hair over the years. But before we get to the league’s worst offenders, let’s take a quick look at some of the smoothest, best-groomed, and most big pimpin’ beards in NBA history.

Baron Davis

Baron Davis

Walt Frazier

Walt Frazier

Larry Johnson

Larry Johnson

Baron Davis: Boom-Dizzle took cues from fellow bay-area players Ice Cube and Rick Ross, and sported a well-groomed beard that would make Kimbo Slice proud.

Walt “Clyde” Frazier: There’s no way Clyde would get “re-jected” when he was shakin’ and bakin’ with that classic ’80s specimen of a beard. No play for gray, indeed.

Larry Johnson: I truly believe the famous four-point play never happens without this beauty. Even Grandmama wishes she had one like that back in the day.

Kurt Rambis: Because when has a caterpillar mustache ever not looked good?

And now, without further adeu, it’s time to introduce the pantheon of the ugliest NBA facial hair of all-time. Players received bonus points for multiple beard styles and/or blatant disregard for hygiene.

Drew Gooden: The Osama Bin Gooden was one thing, but this half-Dave-Navarro-rocker, half-octopus concoction is outrageous…ly awesome. But at least he, um, “won” the beard-growing contest with Deshawn Stevenson (more on him later).

Pau Gasol: I’m curious to know what inspired Pau to go from clean-shaven straight to Eurotrash. Maybe he saw Castaway for the first time that summer. At least his brother Marc is somewhat trying not to look like the Geico caveman’s body double. Okay, on second thought, not really.

Scot Pollard: We covered the many looks of Scot Pollard once before, from the crazy mutton chops to the colorful dye jobs, but this monstrosity warrants another look. It’s a beard and it’s braided. Need I say more?

Zydrunas Ilgauskas: Big Z sported a massive playoff beard in 2006, until he “got [tired of having] to comb it” in the morning.  Gross. It looked like the combined forces of time and gravity gradually pulled the hair off his head and onto his face.

Brian Skinner: Is Skinner’s King Tut-throwback, Ying Yang Twins-approved, half-blond goatee enough to officially make him the Black Scot Pollard? I say, yes. And that’s not a compliment by any stretch of the imagination.

Bill Walton: Walton himself proclaimed it was “the only beard in the history of Western civilization that makes Bob Dylan’s beard look good.” Little known fact: the character of Teen Wolf was actually inspired by Walton’s fire-red Abe Lincoln beard.

DeShawn Stevenson: Clearly, DeShawn couldn’t feel his face because it was covered with a used Brillo pad. But perhaps he should grow it back after shooting a putrid 31% from the field when he finally shaved last season.

Gregg Popovich: Pop was either trying to intimidate Spurs’ opponents and arch-nemesis Joey Crawford by looking like the Unabomber on the sidelines, or simply decided to grow a Chia pet on his chin.

Yao Ming: Yao promised he’d shave his patchy um, “beard” if the Chinese team made it to the Olympic semifinal, but inexplicably believing scraggly, prepubescent peach-fuzz was en vogue, continued to sport it during the following NBA season (as much as he tried to cover it up).

Mark Eaton: Sure, Eaton kept his thick beard clean and neatly-trimmed, but it’s not often that a seven-footer gets routinely mistaken for a lumberjack off the court.


Dishonorable Mention
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*Adam Morrison: Speaking of wispy mustaches, we don’t want to get on (NBA champion!) Morrison yet again, but that barely-visible lip sweater made him look like a sixth-grader who desperately wanted to look “grown up” in middle school.

*Brian Winters: I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here, but I believe Winters’ chin gave birth to a beehive.

*Phil Jackson: Phil may have more rings than Popovich, but his Colonel Sanders beard doesn’t hold candle to Pop’s masterpiece. Although this old school look sure comes close.

*World B. Free: Much like Big Z, Free’s wasn’t actually losing hair on his head…it was just migrating down his cheeks and resting on his face.

*Greg Oden: slowly on its way to reaching Gooden proportions.

Jun
17
2009
0

Dan Shaughnessy Sucks..

Fifty-eight days since the last Dan Shaughnessy basketball column. He hasn’t written since Game 1 of the Chicago series when he proclaimed the Boston Celtics season officially over.

Fifty-eight days! 58! Did he fall in a well?

This week, Dan congratulates Lakers fans in the classiest way he knows how. By shitting on their parade.

Even the most diehard of Celtics fans begrudgingly gave Lakers fans their due respect. Not ‘Ol Danny Boy, though!

To the FJM/BDD plagiarism! (more…)

Jun
01
2009
0
May
18
2009
0
May
01
2009
1

Combos® Playoff Previews: #1 Lakers vs. #5 Rockets

The Combos® Playoff Previews are a series of analytical breakdowns of every matchup in the 2009 NBA Playoffs. They are sponsored by Combos..

Round 2: #1 Los Angeles Lakers vs. #5 Houston Rockets.. (more…)

Apr
15
2009
0

Combos® Playoff Previews: #1 Lakers vs. #8 Jazz

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Round 1: #1 Los Angeles Lakers vs. #8 Utah Jazz.. (more…)

Mar
16
2009
3
Feb
27
2009
0

Bob Ryan Also Sucks..

Bob Ryan is a pompous windbag. But you knew that already..

Did you know that Bob won the prestigious seven-year-old Dick Schaap Award for Outstanding Journalism in 2006? Other recipients? Bob Costas & Mitch Albom. There must be a height requirement.

But Bob Ryan? Really? As Bobby Knight might say, “I know Dick Schaap; and you, sir, are no Dick Schaap.” Of course I don’t know Dick Schaap. And for all I know he might be Dick Schaap. Is he Dick Schaap?

Today, Bob Ryan invites us into his time machine. C’mon in, there’s candy! The year? 1959. The place? Well…Boston, I guess. Adjust the flux Bobryaner! To infinity & beyond!

(Bob Ryan’s pompous windbaggery in bold, my snappy zingers in plain.)

Filling It Up

Goodness gracious, Bob!

Whatever else happens at the TD Banknorth Garden when the Celtics play the Indiana Pacers on Friday night,

Like Stephon Marbury repeatedly stabbing Mike Dunleavy Jr. in the face..

it’s not likely to match what took place at the original Boston Garden when the Celtics took on the Minneapolis Lakers and their sensational rookie Elgin Baylor 50 years ago to the day.

So you’re saying Troy Murphy is not as good as Elgin Baylor?

That is, unless someone is planning scoring 173 points. Yes, the Celtics set all kinds of scoring records that Saturday afternoon

“They even scored on my mom!”

– Feb. 27, 1959 —

Hey! That date is also today’s date!!

as they established a franchise single game scoring record that still stands by beating the Lakers, 173-139.

Yeah! Suck it, LA! Or…Minneapolis..

It was the Celtics’ 17th consecutive victory over the Lakers, who were playing their final year in the Twin Cities before relocating to Los Angeles, where you might say a few good things have happened.

Yeah, Magic got all that AIDS..

The times were a bit different then.

Less AIDS.

Do you think we could ever have a circumstance today in which a game with the Lakers is preceded by a basketball clinic sponsored by this newspaper?

NEVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Now we’re lucky they don’t charge us to get in).

Because nationally-published sportswriters don’t get paid nearly enough..

But that’s what we had at the Garden that day. Not only did Red Auerbach, Frank Ramsey and Sam Jones provide instruction for the 4,000 or so young’uns assembled for the 9th annual Globe/Celtics Basketball Clinic, but so, too, did both Lakers veteran Vern Mikklesen (a power forward before we had that term)

Back then, we called them “Polish Shortstops”..

and the aforementioned Mr. Baylor, who was busy reinventing the game of basketball for us all by turning what had always been a strict horizontal or vertical game into a diagonal demonstration of athleticism heretofore unseen. In case no one has told you, Elgin Baylor is the most important figure of the last 60 years in shaping the actual artistry of the game.

He’s also revolutionized making shitty draft picks.

From Elgin Baylor sprang Dr. J,

Like..out of him?

and then Michael and now Kobe and LeBron.

It’s like a Russian Babushka doll of personalitylessness!

Trust me on this one.

Nope.

Anyway, can you imagine coming to the next Celtics-Lakers game and getting, free of charge, a clinic with Doc, KG, Paul, Ray, Pau and Kobe?

MY BRAIN CANNOT FATHOM SUCH MADNESS!

I’m not sure if defense was addressed during that clinic. Let’s hope not.

LOL! Cuz they scored lots of points, you guyz!

The Celtics were expecting to win, of course, but there was some pregame angst because Bill Russell was nursing a strained tendon in his right leg and couldn’t play.

Pussy.

It did not turn out to be a problem.

Or did it?..

It just kinda happened.

“My penis just kinda flopped out of my trousers and everyone in the schoolyard saw it. It was an honest mistake, Officer!”

The Celtics started out hot and never cooled off.

They should’ve had some refreshing Nestea Iced Tea! Now with lemon!

They led 40-30 after one, 83-64 at the half and 121-95 after three. Meanwhile, Bob Cousy was piling up the assists, and after a while people realized he had a shot at the existing one-game record of 21, held by Richie Guerin of the Knicks.

Yeah! Suck it, Guerin!

He was taken out of the game with the record tied, but when someone apprised Auerbach of the situation, the redhead immediately put The Cooz back in the game.

The Redhead & The Cooz, coming to ABC. Sundays this fall.

Soon he had number 22. And then numbers 23, 24, 25, 26, 27 and 28. The record was tied four years later by Philadelphia’s Guy Rodgers.

Aw screw you, Guy!

John Stockton also had a 28 in 1991.

You’re cool.

It still stands at number three, behind Scott Skiles’s 30 and Kevin Porter’s 29, but in the eyes of ultra-purists it remains number one because it was not puffed up by semi-bogus assists on such tomfoolery as three-pointers, which didn’t even exist in Cousy’s day.

Back in my day, we scored two points and we liked it!

And forget about three-pointers.

Done.

The concept of what merits an assist has been significantly broadened

Like my waist.

– some would say cheapened —

Like my career.

over the years so badly that it’s safe to say Cousy would easily average 13 or 15 a game today. In those days an assist pretty much meant a lay-up and would never be attached to anything requiring more than one, or possibly two, dribbles after reception.

Dribbles After Reception (DAR). I guarantee you Daryl Morey keeps that stat.

As for Guy Rodgers, a very good player whom many think belongs in the Hall of Fame, he had the benefit of throwing the ball into Wilt Chamberlain.

The jerk..

Anyway, The Cooz finished that game with a gaudy 31 points and 29 assists, thereby accounting for 89 of those 173 all by himself.

Maths!

“I never saw anything like that in my 13 years of professional basketball,” Auerbach said. “I heard he had a chance to break the record. So I rested him for a minute and sent him right back to bust it.”

An’ he bust the shit out it!

The teams combined to hoist it 267 times.

I don’t ever need to hear Bob Ryan say “hoist it” again.

Tom Heinsohn had 28 of Boston’s 143 attempts, making 18 en route to a career-high 43.

He gets a Tommy Point.

The Celtics placed seven men in doubles, while the Lakers had six. There were 183 rebounds available.

For sale?

The 173 has since been surpassed, of course. The current record high game is Detroit’s 1983 186-184 triumph over Denver, a game in which four men had 40 or more (Kiki Vandeweghe and Alex English for Denver; Isiah Thomas and John Long for Detroit.) But that one took four overtimes.

So it sucks. Ours is better.

What does remain, however, is Boston’s 72 field goals in a 48-minute game. This figure has never been surpassed.

And never shall! I declare it, in the name of all that is good & Bob Ryan!

Commissioner Maurice Podoloff was not amused when he heard the score.

That’s too many points! Raaaaaaaaaaarrrrr! Score less!

In fact, he was infuriated, so much so that he said he would summon the officials to inquire if the teams had been “goofing off” rather than trying to play defense.

K.C. Jones was just doing somersaults up & down the court.

Minneapolis coach John Kundla took his beating like a man.

I whimpering, sniveling shell of a man.

“I just hope we can shake the effects of this one,” he said. “There was little we could do about their phenomenal shooting, although after staying with them for a while. We really played bad defense over the second half.”

This was the 50’s. Shouldn’t he have ended that by popping the collar on his leather jacket and saying “Ayyyyyyy.”

A 52-point Celtics fourth quarter might be what he was alluding to.

The Lakers did “shake it off.”

And then properly zipped up their flies and washed their hands thoroughly.

Playing the Philadelphia Warriors the next night in Camden, NJ (I said things were different then),

Caucasians weren’t afraid to go into Camden!

they pulled one out.

Hey now!

As for the Celtics, they lost a 104-102 game the next night in St. Louis when, according to them, Bob Pettit goaltended a potential game-tying shot by Cousy at the buzzer.

You will burn in hell, Pettit! In hellllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!

“AUERBACH CLAIMS ‘GOALTENDING’”, read the headline. “It was goaltending as flagrant as anything I’ve ever seen,” he fumed.

He then put his cigar out in a towel boy’s eye.

Well, not everything has changed.

Zing.

~~~

Thanks for the trip down Memory Lane, Bob. Just wish you hadn’t held my hand the whole way..

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