The Kack: still breathing.

It's entirely unsurprising that all the great expectations of getting a good job on the basis of going to a good school have been tempered by the reality that mediocrity begets more of the same frustration. Lately, the only way to get anything done has been to be busy, and to think how to stay that way. It seems, I could be wrong, that being a bum is forgivable if one is industrious in his/her hobo lifestyle; if you need money to eat, and you're a bum, work on a farm.

rabies shot

According to a girl I would very much like to sleep with, getting a rabies shot is not fun. After touching her pet dog which had come in contact with a rabid raccoon, the latest and greatest masturbatory fodder of my life was coerced in to multiple doctor's visits. The kicker is that it was the local municipality that came to that conclusion, not herself, nor her family. Now, we have the so fucking stupid it's cute moment where Emanuel "Rahm" Ginobli swats a living being in to oblivion in an NBA arena; looks like he needs them shots too.

Where'd all that information come from!? (Addendum to the fucking article below)

Mustafa Kamal Atatürk

The fact that he was a despot and dictator cannot be denied. It was his cruelty and sadistic treatment of Muslims that makes him stand out as one of the worst enemies of Allah. The above was only what was reported and recorded by mostly Western observers. The extent of what actually went on in the new Turkey by the direct policy of Kamal, was heinous to say the least. He was an enemy of Allah (swt) to the core.

No godly man, Dictator Kemal considers that there is no reason why Turks should not call Allah by his Turkish name Tanri. There is no reason except centuries of tradition, no reason except that Turkish imams (priests) all know the Koran by heart in Arabic while few if any have memorized it in Turkish. Strict to the point of cruelty last week was Dictator Kemal's decree that muezzins, calling the faithful to prayer from the top of Turkey's minarets, must shout not the hallowed "Allah Akbar!" (Arabic for "God is Great!") but the unfamiliar words "Tanri Uludur!" which mean the same thing in Turkish.

Here is a quotation from Joachim Prinz's "The Secret Jews", page 122:

" ...
The revolt of the Young Turks in 1908 against the authoritarian regime of Sultan Abdul Hamid began among the intellectuals of Salonika. It was from there that the demand for a constitutional regime originated. Among the leaders of the revolution which resulted in a more modern government in Turkey were Djavid Bey and Mustafa Kemal. Both were ardent "doenmehs". Djavid Bey became minister of finance; Mustafa Kemal became the leader of the new regime and he adopted the name of "Ataturk". His opponents tried to use his "doenmeh" background to unseat him, but without success. Too many of the Young Turks in the newly formed revolutionary Cabinet prayed to Allah, but had as their real prophet Shabtai Zvi, the Messiah of Smyrna."

KEEPING TRACK: The Burning Bush memory exercise pt. I

So, don't worry. So I didn't.

Let's play a new game.

George W. Bush in Spanglish-variant twisting words could be strained and reduced in to Jorge Árbusto, in the sense that he's a Texas good 'ol boy in exile up North amongst the worst of the upper-crust filth, he'd be something more coked-out like J.R., frankly he's a junior, he knows it, so, yeah, anyway, J.R. Bustos flows the best in my head. So, perhaps he might say something slightly off-putting about the history of our presence in the middle east, and, the implications for the development of the vague, impersonal doctrine of a free-market, deregulated Democracy in this region: "le doy a nuestra historia para decidir lo que había pasado," in response to the question, "¿Qué piensas, tú, hombre fuera de los 'insiders' en teoría, sobre la legacia tuya sobre las guerras de Afghanistan y Iraq, también la situación de la región sobre el desarrollo de el vago concepto griego (¿Clásico?), Democracía?"

It is clear to me now, that there is a distinct connection between an epic poem and and epithet; each distinct entities offers something to lose, something to gain, rarely, if ever, equally; what are we afraid of, you must ask, to whom do you call a higher power? What is it that's bringing you down, my good friend, amiguito? Is it the fact that nobody can actually make money during the work week anymore? Is that not insane, or at least leading one to believe that there must be a way to stop clinging to the easy habits? Praising god and passing the ammunition, if that's the legacy, one of fire and brimstone for the sinners who pray before and after dinner, maybe we're pushing the wrong kind of separation in our legislative offices. What is the purpose of public policy, when you are trying to cover up your privates?! If we've left the garden, so prove it under the trees covered in leaves in mid-atlantic autumn. If not, then, what's wrong?
1) Snakes, fucking, everywhere.

2) Pirates; namely land-based.

3) Lazy, useless lists.

4) Corporate consumption.

5) Norm Coleman's campaign trying to cockblock Al Franken at the Sadie Hawkin's dance that we call the Senate.

6) Repressive Tolerance in the form of hyperlinking.

7) Worms (Ancient German city-state) is, like, a lot like any number of historical atrocities, the scale of the holocaust moves
the burden of genocide on anyone with a brain or a heart.

8) Learning through trial and error is usurped by the (john) stark(s) fear of dealing with consequences.

9) The flashing lights on screens that are usually being leased, for the express purpose of simulating a form of enjoyment that many refer to as 'the good fucking' or samizdat.

10) Flashing lights in the streets regulating on a seemingly two-dimensional basis, preventive medicine for invisible diseases.

So, here's the first installment of the wise words of one JR Bustos:
J.R. 'Walker' Bustos (Jorge Caminero Árbusto)

Looking back on things, historically speaking of course, you brute, we are a confederation of some sort; I let you fuck me for free cause you fucked my mom and my dad right in front of me you sick fuck, the smell is of death here and sex, fear that maybe the babies won’t live forever in harmony, so there’s no time for discourse on discord on disk to keep something occupied to the point that the grey matter pops like the pimple of some institution’s hairy ass. The consortia, stuffing in the turkey, ‘Atta Türk of Democracy, spread out, available in Tahini-freestyle, in to the sand, just like the wild, thorny bushes of a Texas Ranch: Caldo y Muy Pico. The species, kindmen, knew so little as a whole, often times it seems things don’t translate so well, when dividing all it sees in to a ballot box of a single language, regardless if it is the language of that individual who wishes to express an opinion; the stuffing or is it the shell that one finds most satisfying, do I have to choose? Let history decide if I derided my own kind for being a good old boy. Hmm, is impeaching él, el presidente, is based on prescience or precedence? Dad was a bomber too, I had to defuse all I could before there was another explosion! The boner-killer, mother-lover, divine worshipper, looks like something familiar, something similar to the olde tyme, where there was a sense of personality in the fatal blow struck.


FORTUNE: Barry Gibb is glib this Saddat Tay, we must kill z drumloops, hate hate hate, rest in peace.

HOUSTON?

You can look at the pile of rubble that was a once promising career and throw your hands up to the cruel maker(s) and cry defeat. The hopes, née expectations, of the most populous country in the world need to be tempered; Yao Ming is not Ghengis Khan. Who the hell is Clement Wood? He wrote a fascinating book called "The Outline of Man's Knowledge" in the Roman Calendar year 1927. Yao will be back, those are a paraphrase of his own Associated Press-translated words. The hype on the Rockets was a tandem superstar bicycle of high-post scoring and slashing; leg injuries are gonna make Yao even more plodding (ugh), while somehow making his feathery jumper even more airy methinks (dude is tall and strong enough to just flick that fucker straight in the basket).Brother Ali is rocking to beats that don't blow me away, but do sound like Tom Scott blowing it out. Tracy Mcgrady is on ESPNCHICAGO (the Bristol-based media conglomerate finds a way to corporatize entire cities on the basis of fandom, no surprise!) talking about time with Tim Grover and staff (I have a feeling that learning about the actual staff that Grover employs would be far more interesting than the man himself, who looks a lot like Tim Legler, or maybe not). After 2 minutes of listening, it seems that Ali wants to crossover like AI, but only Jadakiss can do that!

Yao would probably like the song "Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again"; he could make up a fun mental list of all the fascinating references and find relevance in his own action.

Vulva, the scent is the best thing that ever got blogged on deadspin.

Umm, Detroit is a mess. Charlie Villanueva is a fine Blair academy alum. Jason Maxiell is still awesome.

Whose THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Phoenix Suns

Yes, it's prisoner christmas for our good friend Jason Richardson, the forgotten former slam-dunk champ Sun who everyone thinks is in his supposed NBA prime (the right combination of physical maturation, explosiveness and metaphysical understanding of the 94 foot NBA game).

Everyone's fucking afraid of this watered down NBA disappointing us all; Steve Nash is old as fuck. Grant Hill drinks sprite?

Oh, shit.

Whose holding it down with Alvin Gentry?

The ever so mysterious John Shumate. No, not Tiger Shulman.
PIC VIA CHECKOUTMYCARDS.COM




Dude played 5 NBA seasons, coached in the WNBA recently and is alumni of South Bend's most famous institution of higher learning.

Rejoice.

WHOSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Orlando Magic

Runner ups are a funny part of the championship. Many players, in post-playing days, talk of opportunities lost by the tiniest of errors. Quoth Karl Malone, "I just think we want to stay healthy, and I don't think we think about a sense of urgency. We realize how old we are, we realize we've been playing this game for a long time, but you know what? We're not done yet. Everyone else might talk about, "we're done," but we don't believe that. We're just stubborn enough to think that we can continue to play this game at a high level, and that's what we try to do." 10cc recorded this song:

Nothing quite like a boring montage of photos to help you stew in your thoughts.

Rashard Lewis is a PED maven. Stan Van Gundy's Wario comparisons won't end. Marcin Gortat is PAID. JJ Reddick.

The man who does some task relegated from Top on down? Bob Beyer.



Bob Beyer was named assistant coach of the Magic on June 27, 2007. He joins the Magic after spending the past two seasons as an assistant coach at the University of Dayton.
Beyer served an assistant coach with the Toronto Raptors in 2003-04 and was an advance scout during the 2004-05 campaign.

A native of LeRoy, NY, Beyer spent two seasons (2001-03) as an assistant coach at Texas Tech under Bob Knight. Prior to joining the Red Raiders, he was an assistant at Northwestern for three seasons (1997-2000). From 1994-97, Beyer was the head coach at Siena College. He also served as an assistant coach at Wisconsin (1993-94), Siena (1989-93) and Albany (1985-89).

Born on December 10, 1961, Beyer earned his bachelor of arts in history from Alfred State College in 1984. He also carried minors in coaching, writing and secondary education. While coaching at the University at Albany, he received a master's degree in curriculum planning and development.

whoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: San Antonio Spurs

RC Buford is a mysterious figure.

I have always felt that it was really horrible what happened when the worst of people led the U.S. Govt. to violently support the annexation of northeastern Mexico known then and now as Texas. We openly laud the heroics of Davy Crockett and his ilk down at the Alamo for giving their life for 'country' and all that good stuff, yet I can't help but think another bunch of men died in vain to advance to the cause of those who were pulling their strings all along. This paranoia could easily result in some kind of long-winded conclusion about the diluted and vapid nature of our existence in this day and age, and how similar this is to just about any other time in history (pre-history too for that matter); Pynchon appears to have taken this question to heights previously unseen, vertiginous in their distance in his magnum opus "Gravity's Rainbow". What white settler would have named a town, "San Antonio"? Saint Anthony: Anthony of Padua has been called the most celebrated of the followers of Saint Francis of Assisi. He is the patron saint of Padua and of Portugal, and is especially invoked for the recovery of lost things. For all the fire of the Baptists, Evangelicals and other mega-church groups west of the panhandle, they seem like a pretty godless bunch in comparison to St. Antonio. Just like in Spain, where ancient civilizations tried and tried to leave their mark, only to be preserved somewhere like compounded slush in the Chicago winter; The Vandal's "Vandalusia" has, over time, come to be known as "Andalucía", for example. This is how we have places like "Amarillo" (pronounced Am-uh-rill-Oh) Texas (aka Yellow) and Versailles, Ohio in this chicken pluckin' ridiculous howlin-fantod of a country we got here. Saint Anthony was too sickly in appearance to be accepted in to many of the early monasteries he encountered on his pilgrimage from Portugal to Padua; of course Saint Francis was beneficent and kind enough to take him in. I still support a Mexican annexation of all SouthWest US territories; even if NAFTA isn't exactly a piñata that Rob Schneider wacks with his wiffle ball bat.





Whispering Pines info

Chad Forcier, not a half-asian:

Joined the Spurs in the summer of 2007 … a 1995 graduate of Seattle Pacific University … started his coaching career while in college, joining the Seattle SuperSonics as an intern in 1992 … spent five seasons with the Sonics, working for head coach George Karl … from 1994–97 served as an assistant coach at Lake Washington High School in Kirkland, Washington … in 1997 was named an assistant coach at Oregon State University … spent three seasons at OSU before moving to the University of Portland for the 2000–01 season … in the summer of 2001 joined Rick Carlisle’s staff with the Detroit Pistons … after two seasons with the Pistons joined the Indiana Pacers in the summer of 2003 … spent four seasons as an assistant coach with the Pacers … his brother, Todd, is the strength and conditioning coach for the University of Kentucky men’s basketball team and his sister, Jade Hayes, is the girl’s basketball coach at Bellevue Christian High School in Bellevue, Washington.

whoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Houston Rockets

YAO!


It's not a good time to be alive if you're pining for a time when it seemed like less effort was to be rewarded with more than satisfactory financial compensation. It never should be, really. The light rain on labor day leads me to these thoughts. Paid vacation is a horrible concept; part of overcoming the fear of having done nothing with your life is realizing how hard you have to work to try and make memories; that european vacation/teaching english in Spain, the student loans that are in forbearance, the unfinished, unabridged War and Peace lying in a duffle bag.

What is good? William T. Vollmann is making ask more questions; every time you seem to reach a conclusion about some kind of morality (power, he posits, is amoral), you realize that your foundation still has lingering doubts; you build a home with the finest italian marble, perfectly aged oak 2X4's, neither of which stop the bomb from burning you and all your possessions in to oblivion. But seriously, what is good?! Fucking, eating and communication; how much can you really ask for?

Does anyone have a copy of the Broom of the System, that shit sounds interesting?

Oh shit, Darryl Morey is a celebrity GM! I blame Bill Simmons. I also blame Princeton, Harvard, Yale, and especially William and Mary.

SON OF ADELMAN reigns supreme, like nachos, on the bench.

Get to know RJ:

R.J. Adelman enters his first season as an assistant coach for the Rockets. In addition to his coaching duties, Adelman’s focus will be on the team’s advance scouting operations.

Before coming to Houston, Adelman worked as an NBA advance scout for the Seattle SuperSonics. He also served five years as a scout for the Sacramento Kings, including the final three seasons as assistant video coordinator in the Basketball Operations Department.

He joined Maloof Sports and Entertainment after practicing law in Portland, Oregon, working in private practice and as a real estate lawyer for GMAC Mortgage.



Adelman was a four-year letterman in basketball at Willamette University in Salem, Oregon, which won the NAIA Division II National Championship in 1993. After completing his bachelor’s degree in political science from Willamette in 1995, Adelman earned his law degree from the University of Oregon in 2001.

BOOOORING.

whoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Toronto Raptors

The dragon swallowing its own tail is the story of our earth; the spheroid's ability to maintain its existence by sustaining on itself. Most human beings have a tough time seeing how their existence need be any different than that of the planet's; how can global warming be real if I can't afford groceries and health care in the same month?

Read about the ouroboros here.

So, what does any of this have to do with Canada? Well, dinosaurs might be a good place to start; we would like to believe that massive reptilian creatures roamed the earth for millions of years until a specific event brought about their extinction. The Raptors were the brain child of David Stern's then burgeoning expansion plan (monroe doctrine) for the National Basketball Association to do a better job than the MLB in Montreal. After the Vince Carter administration came to a close, things were looking rough, rough, rough for the fellows in purple and white up there in the concavity. Bring in a Colangelo and all of the sudden it's 2009-2010 and their roster looks great on paper. I'm pretty sure their head coach used to be in porn (update: that would be TT Boy, not Jay Triano).

They got rid of Delfino (no discount at the argentine steakhouse), acquired Jarret Jack (who probably enjoys the Bukowski poem, "Dinosauria, We" as much as any other DOOM fan) and paid out the ass for Hedo Turkoglu.

Who's helping them break .500?



Alvin Williams! Great scott!

Most important fact: Trevor Ariza and Amir Johnson went to HS together!

WhoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Dallas Mavericks

Cuban Linx II!
Mark Cuban at Cubs games! (in the bleacher seats)
James Singleton stringing the franchise along!

None of these things really matter for a team that looks good on paper, if it was only 2004...

Who's helping Rick Carlisle guide the way to the promised land of a second-round playoff exit? Ringo Starr? His son, Zach Starkey? Jeff Lynne? Tom Petty?

Nah, it's Tom Sterner what a fucking head of hair.

jai alais:
The bulk of Sterner’s coaching experience came with the Magic where he worked as an assistant coach for 11 seasons (1994-2002, 2005-07). He originally joined the organization as video scout in 1989.

Sterner helped the Magic reach the playoffs five times, including its run to the 1995 NBA Finals, and served as an assistant coach for the Eastern Conference during the 1995 NBA All-Star Game (Phoenix).

Sterner served as the top assistant coach for the Warriors from 2002-04. In 2002-03, he led the team’s offense. The Warriors ranked second in the league in scoring that season, averaging 102.4 points per game. Changing his focus to defense in 2003-04, Sterner watched Golden State become the NBA’s most improved defensive squad, allowing 9.6 fewer points per game than the previous season.

From 1994-2004, Sterner served as chairman of the NBA Technology and Scouting Committee and was instrumental in the development of the Coaches’ Tools software currently used by NBA teams for scouting purposes. He has consulted with companies such as IBM, IDS, Avid Technologies and XOS Technologies.

Sterner served as assistant coach at Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster, Pa. (1987-90). While at F&M, the Diplomats achieved a 76-12 record, won three straight Middle Atlantic Coast Conference Championships, made three NCAA postseason tournament appearances and had the distinction of being the No. 1 Division III team in the nation as voted by the Associated Press.

Prior to F&M, Sterner spent six years as head coach at Lancaster (Pa.) Catholic High School, where his team participated in several district and state competitions.

Born on Nov. 17, 1956, Sterner earned his undergraduate degree in elementary education from Millersville (Pa.) State College and his master’s degree in sports administration and computers from Temple University. He and his wife, Marcia, have two daughters, Malorie and Paige.

FASCINATING!

video playlist:

WhoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Atlanta Hawks

Atlantis!


Jason Collins is officially signed, this means his reign of terror amongst NJ/NY metropolitan area nets fans can finally be deemed over. Marvin Williams is still overrated. Whose helping Mike Woodson make it happen?

AAAAHHHH!!! Zombies!!! What? Oh, it's just Tyrone Hill!



Highlights (for the undead):

Hill played four years collegiately at Xavier University, where he averaged 20.2 ppg and 12.6 rpg (.581 FG%) as a senior in 1990.

whoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Cleveland Cavaliers

It's a big year in Cuyahoga County, I won't get in to the details, because previews are for fuckfaced fleabags. Without Sasha Pavlovic, Wally Szczerbiak nor Tarence Kinsey, I just don't care about the Cavs this year. Lebron's stupid fucking puff piece movie with some mediocre/over the hill rappers chiming in further cements the point to me that I'd rather learn more about people who have to struggle with deeper things than living difficult lives as youths.



MICHAEL MALONE!

highlights (for the children):

Michael Malone is beginning his first season as an assistant coach for the Cleveland Cavaliers. He joins the Cavaliers having spent the past four seasons with the New York Knicks.

For the past two seasons, Malone was an assistant coach with the Knicks after he was promoted into that position in May 2003. In his first two seasons in New York, Malone was the Knicks’ coaching associate. He coached the Knicks’ summer league teams for three seasons while in New York and for the last two summers was one of six NBA coaches to participate in the NBA Pre-Draft camp in Chicago. He originally joined the Knicks as a coaching associate in the summer of 2001.

WhoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Indiana Pacers

The Frying Dutchman is a fictional establishment run by the Captain in the Simpsons, the neon sign would be enough to win most people over, but the buffet spread inside takes the whole thing from ashy to classy faster than a quiet storm of shea's butter. The Dunking Dutchman, Rik Smits, was one of the better Centers in the Eastern Conference on a number of consistently competitive Pacer squads full of players you don't remember outside of Spike Lee muse/horrible cuckold-creating TNT NBA commentator Reggie Miller. The closest thing the current squad has to Marist college's finest these days is Roy Hibbert; the 7-2 big man whose presence is so plodding that I actually thought he'd been in the league for three years. This is supposedly ironic, because this season under the helm of Larry Bird/Jim O'Brien we get to witness the Arnold Palmer (1/2 & 1/2) of nba rosters.

Tyler Hansbrough, Travis Diener, Troy Murphy, Josh McRoberts, Mike Dunleavy AND Jeff Foster are all white, at least two of these clowns will be starters (Pacer fans might note that Murphy is kind of a double-double machine, and that Hansbrough will somehow transcend his impressive college days by refining the seemingly non-existant skill set that he put on display for 4 years at UNC) Down at the Eastern Shore of Maryland, I came across a gas station/beer markt called Dr. Unk; people these days...

I guess I could talk about the rest of the squad; Brandon Rush (why does he look so different than older brother Kareem?), the aforementioned Hibbert, All-Star Danny Granger (who apparently, recently learned to dribble with his head up!), and all the others, but let's get down to the nitty-gritty here.

JAY DEFRUSCIO, come on down.


IT STINKS ('94 real shit y'all)




highlights (for kids):

The 46-year-old (11/4/60) DeFruscio is a native of Drexel Hill, Pa., and earned a degree in Economics from Ursinus College. He was a four-year letter winner at Ursinus while playing in the Division III Final Four in 1981 and Elite Eight in 1982. He is a member of the Ursinus College Athletic Hall of Fame.

He has a son named Hooter, yikes.

WhoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Milwaukee Bucks

The Good Land.

Wisconsin.

Ensconced in a world of fatty corpuscles.

Adrian Griffin retired from the court, but the gravity of his situation prevents him from leaving the bench, where you could most easily find him over these last 12 years or so. When one thinks of Seton Hall and the last name Griffin, it would be easy to think of the late great Eddie. Worry not, as Scott Skiles has brought on the decent-career defender to shore up a roster that saw some decent overhauling by moving Ricardo Jefferson's contract. Ramon Sessions' summer time show has been brutally boring. Andrew Bogut may have a career year. Brandon Jennings is the subject of far too much speculation; let the kids play. Charlie Villanueva and his alopecia have run off to the home of house music. Charlie Bell is still around. Michael Redd ought to feel damn disrespected by how everyone in the known baskebtallblogouniverse openly decries his expendability as a max-contract type of guy.

The singer not the song.

Fuck Alice Cooper.

WhoSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Los Angeles Clippers

Clipper (Pronounced with an emphasis on the 'e', like you're puertoriqueño) is either a useful, but aggravating brand of lighters, a small ship, or Baron Davis/Eric Gordon's lovechild, also known as Gary Shandling:



Jeffrey Tambour, whooowhoooo. So, los clipper, have some things going on, on paper; namely Chris Kaman and Marcus Camby. I do my best to not discuss U of Oklahoma alumni outside of the Biggest Mexican, my hero, Eduardo Najera (self-imposed idiocy aside, Blake Griffin is not that good, rather, college basketball is pretty piss-poor in comparison to the level of competition the Western Conference's Pacific Division has to offer). We all know quite well how Mike Dunleavy pisses off the season-ticket holders, even if said ticket holders are kind of douches about it. Who else is out there, exile in the Staples Center?

You guessed it; FRED VINSON; aka sweaty freddy (I just made that up)



Lamond Murray sighting!

Highlights (for kids):
Rounding out the coaching staff is Fred Vinson, who begins his first season as an assistant coach on Dunleavy’s staff. Vinson’s primary responsibility in his additional role as Director of Player Programs will be to serve as a mentor to the Clippers’ younger players and to ease their transition to life in the NBA. Vinson served as a player development consultant for the Clippers during the 2007-08 season.
On the court, Vinson played parts of the 1994-95 and 1999-00 season with the Atlanta Hawks and Seattle Supersonics, tallying career averages of 1.3 points and 5.2 minutes per game. Vinson also averaged 3.3 points per game for the Clippers during the 2005-06 NBA preseason. A 6’4” guard out of Georgia Tech, Vinson also helped win the 2002-03 CBA Championship as a member of current LMU and former Portland Trailblazer coach Bill Bayno’s Yakima Sun Kings. Vinson also gained experience abroad, playing professionally with SLUC Nancy in Nancy, France during the 2003-04 season.

WHOSE THE LAST GUY ON the End of Your Bench?: Golden State Warriors

Don Nelson:Sidney Moncrief::David Berri:Bethlehem Shoals?

The Warriors are loved; they are the baby of the family. Has there ever been so many light-skinned black men on a single NBA team? How better could a group of guys fit the need for a place like the 'yay' area? Stephen Curry's pre-draft D'antoni pandering aside, there's so many different reasons to get excited for this group of individuals.

How about Andres Biedrins? What about Stephen Jackson's recently exhumed corpse? How about a team that helps keep people from a San Jose news-outlet employed in times like these? Most importantly, who's at the end of their bench?



Larry Harris? That's right, former Bucks GM himself; read more here.

STEPHEN & LARRY sons of Del'sl; FASCINATING!

Who's the last guy on the end of your bench?: Detroit Pistons

Don't you dare.

When you're talking about the professor's hometown in your college class, you better not say something bad about it, lest your classmates let you have it. I made this mistake once when saying Detroit was not as desirable as, perhaps, Malibu Beach in Los Angeles might be to live in; I've been to NEITHER of those places, it was an error of both omission and comission to be talking about things that I had no grasp of outside of ideas that other people's experiences formed.

Chris Webber was a hot mess in the NBA; he had an ill-fated, poor fit run with the Pistons where he probably had to relive that national championship phantom-time-out again and again; U of M fans in AA are just constantly disappointed by their also-ran status most of the time (College Football's Ohio State-Michigan rivalry is pretty fucking annoying for people in said states that don't want to swim in a sea of red, black, blue and gold all day everyday). Anyone with a heart cheered their asses off for the Kings of the early 2000's; there was a kind of grace to the game that was played by a squad where Webber was considered the epicenter of the offense. That Philly trade, several mediocre big men in the form of a, then, expendable Corliss Williamson (a force to be reckoned with in College Basketball, 6th man of the year in DETROIT of all places), Kenny Thomas (the pride of New Mexico until Danny Granger began blossoming) and Tyrone Hill's rotting corpse Correction:Brian Skinner (The cowardly lion of this crew of fantasy cum dumpster power forwards/centers); also included in the deal were a then underdeveloped Matt Barnes (Fresh out of UCLA where he was nice alongside Steve Lavin, Jason Kapono and probably Dan Gadzuric) and MICHAEL BRADLEY?!?!?!?!

So, DOMINICANO (pronounced loudly) Charles Villanueva and Ben Gordon have signed some nice contracts. Austin Daye gets no love from anyone; he's not Adam Morrison, who crazed white men loved openly in the media.

Remember that time Tracy Mcgrady guaranteed a win in what looked like, looking back on it, his best chance at exiting the first round of playoffs a winner? That was against a Detroit squad who was the #1 seed, the Magic were a lowly 8th, but up 3-1, before succumbing to the Eastern Conference Finals mainstay squad with Ben Wallace playing defense in a way that made for silly video game abilities (more, later, on how video games might be perpetuating this culture of righteous individualism, and how this is almost worse than the commodification of all things, namely the belief in the self). Head Coach of that Orlando Squad; not Brian Hill, that's right it was a not quite ready for primetime ubuntu Doc Rivers, looking forever youuuuuuung. Back to Brian Hill, he's the last guy at the end of the bench for first time head coach John Kuester, who is, in fact, dead; correction: John Hughes is dead.

His Picture
Useless article that actually talks about Brian Hill

HIghlights:
Hill’s coaching career includes high school as well as 17 years at the collegiate level. He was the head coach at Lehigh for eight seasons and held assistant coaching positions at Montclair State, Lehigh and Penn State. He got his NBA coaching start in 1986, serving as an assistant to Mike Fratello with the Atlanta Hawks.

“We are pleased to welcome Brian Hill as an assistant coach for the Detroit Pistons,” said Dumars. “Brian has vast NBA experience as both a head coach and assistant coach and he will help our coaching staff and players in a variety of ways.”

Joe Dumars is fat. Isiah Thomas is employed anew.

Fuck Detroit.

Horace Silver

Horace Silver is a motherfucker! Seriously the guy is unstoppable. The Bop was hard; Searching for the 27th man;


Buddy Guy (Hoochie Coochie Man) [RJD2 uses a version of the song, not this singer's version, in "Good Times Roll Pt. II"]

Assholes

Enough! ENOUGH! too much time wasting.

Bill Cosby doesn't thrill me all the time, but he's only a man. He has been prolific, yes, he has. Listen to a recording credited to him and his band;
Bass - Darryl Clayborn* , Monk Montgomery , Ron Johnson (4)
Congas - Big Black (2)
Drums - Stix Hooper* , Jimmy Smith (3) , Ndugu* , Paul Humphrey
Guitar - Arthur Adams , David Sprattling , Freddie Robinson , Mel Brown
Organ - Stu Gardner
Piano - Gildo Mahones , Walter Bishop*
Saxophone - Bobby Jones (2) , Joe Henderson , Rudy Johnson (2)
Timbales - Willie Bobo
Trombone - George Bohanon
Written-By, Producer - Bill Cosby

AQUÍ BB