When I was a kid, I was not one of the privileged jews who ran off to Summer Camp, and whatever premature coming of age eventfulness that came with it, but, looking back on it, this makes my parents look like geniuses in the sense that it has taken me an inordinately longer time to "grow up" than the average child. While this curse has swept up many of my generation, that the New Yorker stresses we refer to as "The Joshua Generation", I don't think I can speak with any accuracy concerning the coddled upbringings of other north-easterners, so I'll just stick to rants with an occasional music video interspersed to lighten the mood.
Life is really expensive, if you don't think this is true then you are either ignorantly blissful, incarcerated, or know something I don't (the latter is most likely truest, for the most obvious of reasons). If we think, for a moment, about the prospects of introducing socialist reforms in to the American economic system (something that is already somewhat occurring with every subsequent bailout), it often runs counter-intuitive to the hyper-competitive culture we foment in our fine land. It is also often emphasized that the Unites States of America also has an ever widening divide between rich and poor; this hinges on economic, cultural and ideological factors that worry me to no end; infrastructure reform, something Obama is ALL ABOUT, is entirely necessary to get us back on the right track.
Canada is a political nightmare right now, but I think they'll be okay, mainly because their milquetoast presence in the world makes them the most desirable place to be these days for disappointed left-leaning Americans, especially Neil Young fans.
Nick Kristoff's op-ed piece today on NY Governor, and all-around good guy, David Paterson fascinates me to no end; one, because he is speaking truth to power, but two because he is not to so subtly endorsing the consumption of diet colas, which while not carpooling on the diabetic highway do not seem to be the healthiest thing to be recommending. The soda industry is fucking HUUUUUUUUUUUGEEEEEE, worldwide, for christ's sake, you don't see the United Fruit Company killing native...oh wait, can you feel that residual implicit guilt Barack? Can you?!?!?! Word, go read a book.
2008/12/18
2008/12/17
Books!
I just got my hardbound copy of "FreeDarko's Macrophenomenal Pro Basketball Almanac" and drank a 40; I also have skipped out on doing anything at work this week, but who can blame a guy whose friends have all deserted him for parts unknown (this of course with the rare exception of those lovely people who are also stuck in relative, languid isolation with me here, and also Jeru the Damager/Killer Mike who are my personal saviors/heroes/martyrs for making it out here so soon). By goodness, this book is worth every fucking penny I dropped on the international shipping charges (good looks a1books, a highly recommended seller on Amazon.com); it's been said a billion fucking times on the blogospferico, but I am going to shout its praises from the rooftops in here in Smellva (copyright, Lisboa circa one month ago).
I'll link to their book's website again, because it's really well put together, but hey hey, my my, go buy this shit (books are still important, even if you can just get a pdf copy of this shit, its weight just feels nice in one's hands)
I AM NOT GETTING PAID FOR MY LIP SERVICES, BUT FOR THOSE IN THE KNOW I'VE GOT SOME DSLs...
I'll link to their book's website again, because it's really well put together, but hey hey, my my, go buy this shit (books are still important, even if you can just get a pdf copy of this shit, its weight just feels nice in one's hands)
I AM NOT GETTING PAID FOR MY LIP SERVICES, BUT FOR THOSE IN THE KNOW I'VE GOT SOME DSLs...
Bullish on Ween
White Pepper, which derives its namesake from The Beatle's Albums "S/T (White Album)" & "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band", is a fucking gem. You don't know exactly what to make of it, and by the time you think you've figured it out, you gotta turn the tape over and rewind that shit back (always a sign of the very best cassettes). In all honesty, the album seems to draw influence from other batshit insane works like Todd Rundgren's "A Wizard, a True Star", Meatloaf's "Bat Out of Hell" (Just Kidding), The Brian Eno/David Bowie collabs or even 10cc (the most direct influence one could conjure up, I suppose) or even some latter day Led Zeppelin (if you just threw your shoe at the screen, I hope you don't get incarcerated). When you look at the sentence I just wrote, you might think I'm giving this some serious hype, well, I am, it's that good.
Ween hail from New Hope, Pennsylvania; a town known for the juxtaposition of biker bars, gay bars, and Bucks County tranquility (my boy Adrian Pacia might stab me in the neck if I didn't mention Bucks County Fencing, but parentheticals are all I can offer). I read once that they worked at the Mexican joint called "El Taco Loco", where I once consumed some mediocre nachos (the utilization of "Nacho Cheese" will also elicit such a response from yours truly), but an excellent taco, or 3; I think it's often best to stick with items that are in the name of the restaurant when unsure what to order.
You could buy a copy of White Pepper here, if somebody really wants a copy leave a comment or something.
Ok
Now that I'm absolutely positive that noone at the school I work at reads English at more than a third-grade level, I can finally rest easy at night: when I was younger, I always wondered why the PTA existed, or why people had to lobby for membership, etc; now it finally makes sense that an active civil society is the crux of raising standards, matter not how artificial these constructs may be. Here in Spain, parents come to their children's schools only for emergencies, to sew costumes for Christmas plays or to chain smoke cigarettes directly in front of 4 year olds.
Noam Chomsky famously wrote, "Colorless green ideas sleep furiously", just to prove a point that language is ridiculous, I think; with that in mind, I invite anyone who reads this, above a third-grade level, to offer their own take on the absurd nature of written English. Winner gets a prize in the mail (Offer good thru 12/31)!
Phallix
Noam Chomsky famously wrote, "Colorless green ideas sleep furiously", just to prove a point that language is ridiculous, I think; with that in mind, I invite anyone who reads this, above a third-grade level, to offer their own take on the absurd nature of written English. Winner gets a prize in the mail (Offer good thru 12/31)!
Phallix
2008/12/15
Oh Shit!
For those of you who don't personally know my father, let me just say I'm sorry you haven't had the pleasure of crossing paths with a man of such mirth. One particularly brilliant nugget of wisdom the old man dropped in my lap once was that the final days of the Roman Empire were marked by the importance of spectator sport amid the collapsing pillars of society (economy, military might, etc...); juxtaposed, America seems to be at an intriguing point of comparison, or not, that's for someone with a more educated opinion to decide (too bad Halberstam's dead).
That said, I can't help but sport some minor wood for two phantastic signings over the last week or so: Raul Ibañez and Chan Ho Park are signed on for the 2009 season.
Billy Crystal was an NBA referee in a movie, and played the token gay on the late, great SOAP. Let's take a look at some footage, and compare the characters:
There you have it; I think he's much gayer when he's an nba ref.
That said, I can't help but sport some minor wood for two phantastic signings over the last week or so: Raul Ibañez and Chan Ho Park are signed on for the 2009 season.
Billy Crystal was an NBA referee in a movie, and played the token gay on the late, great SOAP. Let's take a look at some footage, and compare the characters:
There you have it; I think he's much gayer when he's an nba ref.
Princeton heads making moves
Get ready for Maggette! (Note: This phrase comes second hand to me, as a response to the somewhat well known phenomenon of "Who want to sex Mutombo?" A story itself that is worthy of a short explanation for the sake of those not in the know.)
As rumor has it, one fateful night at a popular campus bar, Hoya star center Dikembe Mutombo, and his 7'+ wingspan, entered to a reception of starry eyed, but somewhat hesitant co-eds; shy, but approachable, The "Thirsty One", as myself and a close friend have always referred to him, had to find a way to break the ice with the ladies. What came next is somewhat anti-climactic if you've read the above, and or don't know who Mutombo is, or what that name means in the context of an NBA game. (A quick side note: Mutombo is a noted philanthropist in his native Congo, where he has built several hospitals and, in fact, is a licensed medical doctor himself. He also speaks upwards of 13 languages, and was hailed at the 2008 state of the union by President George W. Bush as a great "American tale") This early incarnation of what was to be one of the greatest defensive centers in NBA history, spread his wingspan, cocked his head and simply proposed, "Who want to sex Mutombo?"
Ok, now that I've wasted a portion of your life with this story, check out this fantastic music video by two of P-ton's finest:
For more information on Mutombo, you may want to consult some of my early posts back in July. Also you can contact me at alex.sugiura@gmail.com, because I am not ashamed to admit that I could talk at length about this man's greatness (Mutombo for President of the African Union).
Happy Mondays you white motherfuckers.
As rumor has it, one fateful night at a popular campus bar, Hoya star center Dikembe Mutombo, and his 7'+ wingspan, entered to a reception of starry eyed, but somewhat hesitant co-eds; shy, but approachable, The "Thirsty One", as myself and a close friend have always referred to him, had to find a way to break the ice with the ladies. What came next is somewhat anti-climactic if you've read the above, and or don't know who Mutombo is, or what that name means in the context of an NBA game. (A quick side note: Mutombo is a noted philanthropist in his native Congo, where he has built several hospitals and, in fact, is a licensed medical doctor himself. He also speaks upwards of 13 languages, and was hailed at the 2008 state of the union by President George W. Bush as a great "American tale") This early incarnation of what was to be one of the greatest defensive centers in NBA history, spread his wingspan, cocked his head and simply proposed, "Who want to sex Mutombo?"
Ok, now that I've wasted a portion of your life with this story, check out this fantastic music video by two of P-ton's finest:
For more information on Mutombo, you may want to consult some of my early posts back in July. Also you can contact me at alex.sugiura@gmail.com, because I am not ashamed to admit that I could talk at length about this man's greatness (Mutombo for President of the African Union).
Happy Mondays you white motherfuckers.
2008/12/14
Supreme Cream Dream
I look forward to getting a letter from google.
Here's Jack Black at his absolute finest in a scene from the Mr. Show movie,Run Ronnie Run.
Here's Jack Black at his absolute finest in a scene from the Mr. Show movie,Run Ronnie Run.
2008/12/12
Bribery
I had a legit cup of coffee this morning. Then the bartender, while attempting to consolidate the "tomate natural", squeezed the dregs of a bottle all over his Dolce & Gabanna T-Shirt. I don't think he got the joke when I smiled and said, "now you know how I feel everyday of the week."
I have been riding the NYT coattails hard this week, but for good reason. It should come as no surprise, then, that I will link to another great statistics-laden, but altogether endearing piece by one Charles Blow; best name in the biz as far as this japanese-jew is concerned (editors note: It's true, I'm not even remotely Mexican). READ HERE
In other news:
-Mehmet Okur will hopefully, one day, elicit offers similar to those extended to Visanthe Shianco; via deadspin.com.
-Some asshole thought it would be a good idea to green light a film about an awkward teenager who works at an amusement park where he has the time of his life before heading off to college. FUCK THAT! (Caveat: this is only because a good friend of mine has a much better idea of how to make the amusement park film. Hint: Slackers, pedophiles and contraband)
-Meatballs is still the best camp movie to get referenced in Wet Hot American Summer.
-Three worst teams in the NBA: LA, Boston and Cleveland. Wait, scratch that, it's the opposite, but still it felt good when I wrote it.
-Drunk jews all dance like a Costanza:
I have been riding the NYT coattails hard this week, but for good reason. It should come as no surprise, then, that I will link to another great statistics-laden, but altogether endearing piece by one Charles Blow; best name in the biz as far as this japanese-jew is concerned (editors note: It's true, I'm not even remotely Mexican). READ HERE
In other news:
-Mehmet Okur will hopefully, one day, elicit offers similar to those extended to Visanthe Shianco; via deadspin.com.
-Some asshole thought it would be a good idea to green light a film about an awkward teenager who works at an amusement park where he has the time of his life before heading off to college. FUCK THAT! (Caveat: this is only because a good friend of mine has a much better idea of how to make the amusement park film. Hint: Slackers, pedophiles and contraband)
-Meatballs is still the best camp movie to get referenced in Wet Hot American Summer.
-Three worst teams in the NBA: LA, Boston and Cleveland. Wait, scratch that, it's the opposite, but still it felt good when I wrote it.
-Drunk jews all dance like a Costanza:
New Campaign
Let's get David Brooks fired and get Doug Glanville to write weekly columns in the NYT Op-Ed:
no offense DB, but you've fallen off worse than Raja Bell over the last couple of seasons.
Like, seriously, what the fuck is this?
Today's Op-ed.
no offense DB, but you've fallen off worse than Raja Bell over the last couple of seasons.
Like, seriously, what the fuck is this?
Today's Op-ed.
2008/12/11
Oh Baby
"Hollywood" Cole Hamels has this to say about the New York Met's performance over the last couple of seasons:
They are "choke artists"
They are "choke artists"
A handjob's a man's job, your job's a blowjob
I think I try to title every post with that phrase and always back out at the last minute. Not today!
Before I start blabbing about things I know nothing about, I want to enlighten you with a link of great interest. Before that, though, I want to let you know that if you asked me which former Ivy-League educated, center-fielder for the Philadelphia Phillies would be writing an op-ed for the NYT, I would have said Lenny Dykstra, and I would have been completely wrong (I don't think he actually went to college, but deadspin.com will inform you handily about his post-baseball financial successes, even amid the crisis! [quick caveat; did anyone wad more tobacco in to their mouth over the course of 20 years than Lenny? I'm gonna say no]. Penn Quaker alum Doug Glanville would be the answer: why is he writing about Tyra Banks? Perhaps more important, why is it the featured op-ed on the NYT website? Life is a wonderful mystery sometimes: EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT
We are all very lucky people; in light of the recent economic 'crisis' that the world marketplace seems to be facing, it's nice to take a step back and laugh at how scared rich people are. What's going to come of Obama's presidency? There has been a substantial number of press releases from the "transition team" hinting at a serious initiative to restore the crumbling infrastructure of our fine country. Then Detroit got bailed out, and Tom Friedman put it best:As I think about our bailing out Detroit, I can’t help but reflect on what, in my view, is the most important rule of business in today’s integrated and digitized global market, where knowledge and innovation tools are so widely distributed. It’s this: Whatever can be done, will be done. The only question is will it be done by you or to you. Just don’t think it won’t be done. If you have an idea in Detroit or Tennessee, promise me that you’ll pursue it, because someone in Denmark or Tel Aviv will do so a second later.. My chief worry from the Obama white house, like Kennedy before him, is the pragmatic political shift towards the center; being centrist, while good in the short run, does not lead to innovative policy measures, which is exactly what we need.
Another recent NYT op-ed made open fun of the rise in popularity of briliant historian, Doris Kearns Goodwin's Team of Rivals =, which I believe is an important book, for giving us, perhaps, a false sense of hope for the strategy being employed, and for what it all means. Don't get me wrong, I think the president-elect has done an impeccable job with the transition to a new era, after 20 years of two families running shit it's amazing how he's breathed life back in to the executive branch with such alacrity and charm. Yet right there, charm, I again am worried that we are getting too enamored with an ideal president, instead of the real thing. This is why anyone who reads Team of Rivals should have to also read David Halberstam's The Best and The Brightest, which, through exhausting details (in the 20th anniversary introduction, Halberstam will proudly tell you in his own words) relays an amazing story of how so many brilliant minds could have corroborated on such a cluster fuck as our involvement in Vietnam. The Sam Rayburn quip alone makes the book worth buying, but maybe you might also get excited about a newer addition in which John Mccain writes a fantastic foreword.
That's about all the pseudo-intellectual garbage I can stomach, so everyone have a great weekend!
Also:
-Holy Shit! J-Rich, Jared Dudley and a future second round pick to the Suns!
-Antithetical reaction to the above: Javaris Crittendon to the Wizards! (dude had mad hype back in his ATL days, maybe you should all be patient with him since Arenas will probably not be back any time soon)
-And while we're on that topic, is there a more frustrating star in the internet age than Gil? Dude's clearly one of the most, if not the, fan friendly guys ever; even when he's blatantly stealing comedian's material (I guess shame on us for not calling him out on it immediately, or letting the guy who came up with the material in the first place speak his mind) or coming back too soon from his injuries to further stymie what was shaping up to be one of the most invigorating, idiosyncratic styles of play we have ever seen.
-Other players who were unique flowers, but never got rings:
"Pistol" Pete Maravich
Tom Chambers
Tom "Gugs" Gugliotta
Arvydas Sabonis
Jorge Garbajosa
-Now that Obama is president-elect, can we make cross-racial player comparisons?
-Bill Simmons interviews David Stern on his most recent podcast, number 100 (wow, he has a face for radio), and it's pretty interesting if you are obsessed with the NBA or with the voice of an old Jewish lawyer/typical suburban Bostonian.
Before I start blabbing about things I know nothing about, I want to enlighten you with a link of great interest. Before that, though, I want to let you know that if you asked me which former Ivy-League educated, center-fielder for the Philadelphia Phillies would be writing an op-ed for the NYT, I would have said Lenny Dykstra, and I would have been completely wrong (I don't think he actually went to college, but deadspin.com will inform you handily about his post-baseball financial successes, even amid the crisis! [quick caveat; did anyone wad more tobacco in to their mouth over the course of 20 years than Lenny? I'm gonna say no]. Penn Quaker alum Doug Glanville would be the answer: why is he writing about Tyra Banks? Perhaps more important, why is it the featured op-ed on the NYT website? Life is a wonderful mystery sometimes: EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT
We are all very lucky people; in light of the recent economic 'crisis' that the world marketplace seems to be facing, it's nice to take a step back and laugh at how scared rich people are. What's going to come of Obama's presidency? There has been a substantial number of press releases from the "transition team" hinting at a serious initiative to restore the crumbling infrastructure of our fine country. Then Detroit got bailed out, and Tom Friedman put it best:As I think about our bailing out Detroit, I can’t help but reflect on what, in my view, is the most important rule of business in today’s integrated and digitized global market, where knowledge and innovation tools are so widely distributed. It’s this: Whatever can be done, will be done. The only question is will it be done by you or to you. Just don’t think it won’t be done. If you have an idea in Detroit or Tennessee, promise me that you’ll pursue it, because someone in Denmark or Tel Aviv will do so a second later.. My chief worry from the Obama white house, like Kennedy before him, is the pragmatic political shift towards the center; being centrist, while good in the short run, does not lead to innovative policy measures, which is exactly what we need.
Another recent NYT op-ed made open fun of the rise in popularity of briliant historian, Doris Kearns Goodwin's Team of Rivals =, which I believe is an important book, for giving us, perhaps, a false sense of hope for the strategy being employed, and for what it all means. Don't get me wrong, I think the president-elect has done an impeccable job with the transition to a new era, after 20 years of two families running shit it's amazing how he's breathed life back in to the executive branch with such alacrity and charm. Yet right there, charm, I again am worried that we are getting too enamored with an ideal president, instead of the real thing. This is why anyone who reads Team of Rivals should have to also read David Halberstam's The Best and The Brightest, which, through exhausting details (in the 20th anniversary introduction, Halberstam will proudly tell you in his own words) relays an amazing story of how so many brilliant minds could have corroborated on such a cluster fuck as our involvement in Vietnam. The Sam Rayburn quip alone makes the book worth buying, but maybe you might also get excited about a newer addition in which John Mccain writes a fantastic foreword.
That's about all the pseudo-intellectual garbage I can stomach, so everyone have a great weekend!
Also:
-Holy Shit! J-Rich, Jared Dudley and a future second round pick to the Suns!
-Antithetical reaction to the above: Javaris Crittendon to the Wizards! (dude had mad hype back in his ATL days, maybe you should all be patient with him since Arenas will probably not be back any time soon)
-And while we're on that topic, is there a more frustrating star in the internet age than Gil? Dude's clearly one of the most, if not the, fan friendly guys ever; even when he's blatantly stealing comedian's material (I guess shame on us for not calling him out on it immediately, or letting the guy who came up with the material in the first place speak his mind) or coming back too soon from his injuries to further stymie what was shaping up to be one of the most invigorating, idiosyncratic styles of play we have ever seen.
-Other players who were unique flowers, but never got rings:
"Pistol" Pete Maravich
Tom Chambers
Tom "Gugs" Gugliotta
Arvydas Sabonis
Jorge Garbajosa
-Now that Obama is president-elect, can we make cross-racial player comparisons?
-Bill Simmons interviews David Stern on his most recent podcast, number 100 (wow, he has a face for radio), and it's pretty interesting if you are obsessed with the NBA or with the voice of an old Jewish lawyer/typical suburban Bostonian.
2008/12/10
Sometimes
Sometimes you stumble upon something so great that you can't help but want to share it with everyone you know.
Moloko's biography on allmusic.com
Does anyone who reads my blog read freedarko? That shit is baffling me as of late, not that it ever made any sense anyway, but the illusion used to be so titillating and now they just reek of a crew that is resting on their laurels after writing a rather impressive book (which you should buy, because your trust fund can take the 15 dollar hit and because we'll be talking about in 20 years). They can't keep name dropping Halberstam and expect me to blindly follow their slacker tendencies; all I'm saying is there is no fire at all in their rhetoric, their generic take on the Mchale-Wittman carousel was reminiscent of the time George W. Bush choked on a pretzel; so many opportunities for liberal wit to shine, but instead we get nonplussed nonsense.
While we're talking basketball here's some things to consider:
-I was serious in the earlier post about voting in the all-star game; even if Yi and his cohorts get their way, we can at least say we tried, even if Jemele Hill is ALWAYS RIGHT; although can you really trust anyone who compares a figure in sports to Adolf Hitler (unless it's Adolph Rupp, then it might be somewhat warranted)?
-The Nets play the Knicks tonight; while it's certainly not on par with a Bobcats-Timberwolves matchup, I, for one, am excited to see D'antoni get dookied on by Lawrence Frank, by far the nerdiest looking head coach in professional sports.
-Dwight Howard is part of a continuum of "Big men who are able to dominate through a devastating combination of athleticisim and bulk". Amare Stoudemire reminds me of Dominique Wilkins; every day that jumper is going to improve. Also he's got a 32" waistline, that's a great way to preserve one's sexy.
-Life After Death is directly inspired by All Eyez on Me, discuss.
-Paul Millsap is a hero of mine.
-Blake Griffin, Oklahoma University's hulking, mullato (is this un-pc?) power forward, is a consensus top 3 pick in next year's draft. The comparison that continually arises is a freakishly athletic Carlos Boozer. Does anyone remember watching Boozer at Duke, and thinking the guy was a fucking mongoloid? Am I crazy? God, I hated those teams; even if everyone felt a little bad when Jay Williams got in that motorcycle crash, I was actually pulling for him to make the Nets roster this year, but alas Keyon Dooling's calling card is taking up empty space.
-Mabyner Hilario will never be called "Nene" on this blog, NEVER.
-Spencer Hawes can dunk, apparently. This is news to me. Just kidding, I think this kid is actually deserving of his top-ten pick status. Call me crazy, but he will have a much better career than the Nephew of the guy who founded the Beach Boys.
-Jerry Sloan is a lot like the Canadian power pop group that bears the same name; the look on your face is telling me you don't believe me. Might as well get to learning about this band that you ought to know about anyway: One of Canada's finest.
Moloko's biography on allmusic.com
Does anyone who reads my blog read freedarko? That shit is baffling me as of late, not that it ever made any sense anyway, but the illusion used to be so titillating and now they just reek of a crew that is resting on their laurels after writing a rather impressive book (which you should buy, because your trust fund can take the 15 dollar hit and because we'll be talking about in 20 years). They can't keep name dropping Halberstam and expect me to blindly follow their slacker tendencies; all I'm saying is there is no fire at all in their rhetoric, their generic take on the Mchale-Wittman carousel was reminiscent of the time George W. Bush choked on a pretzel; so many opportunities for liberal wit to shine, but instead we get nonplussed nonsense.
While we're talking basketball here's some things to consider:
-I was serious in the earlier post about voting in the all-star game; even if Yi and his cohorts get their way, we can at least say we tried, even if Jemele Hill is ALWAYS RIGHT; although can you really trust anyone who compares a figure in sports to Adolf Hitler (unless it's Adolph Rupp, then it might be somewhat warranted)?
-The Nets play the Knicks tonight; while it's certainly not on par with a Bobcats-Timberwolves matchup, I, for one, am excited to see D'antoni get dookied on by Lawrence Frank, by far the nerdiest looking head coach in professional sports.
-Dwight Howard is part of a continuum of "Big men who are able to dominate through a devastating combination of athleticisim and bulk". Amare Stoudemire reminds me of Dominique Wilkins; every day that jumper is going to improve. Also he's got a 32" waistline, that's a great way to preserve one's sexy.
-Life After Death is directly inspired by All Eyez on Me, discuss.
-Paul Millsap is a hero of mine.
-Blake Griffin, Oklahoma University's hulking, mullato (is this un-pc?) power forward, is a consensus top 3 pick in next year's draft. The comparison that continually arises is a freakishly athletic Carlos Boozer. Does anyone remember watching Boozer at Duke, and thinking the guy was a fucking mongoloid? Am I crazy? God, I hated those teams; even if everyone felt a little bad when Jay Williams got in that motorcycle crash, I was actually pulling for him to make the Nets roster this year, but alas Keyon Dooling's calling card is taking up empty space.
-Mabyner Hilario will never be called "Nene" on this blog, NEVER.
-Spencer Hawes can dunk, apparently. This is news to me. Just kidding, I think this kid is actually deserving of his top-ten pick status. Call me crazy, but he will have a much better career than the Nephew of the guy who founded the Beach Boys.
-Jerry Sloan is a lot like the Canadian power pop group that bears the same name; the look on your face is telling me you don't believe me. Might as well get to learning about this band that you ought to know about anyway: One of Canada's finest.
Brilliance
"When I turned the ball over, I'm so used to coming out of the game," guard Rashad McCants said. "Then I looked over and saw him clapping and saying, 'Come on, get the next one.' It gives you confidence."
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