“Larry Bird on Broadway? Yes, the story of the basketball player whom some called “the Great White Hope’’ is bound for the Great White Way. The AP reports that playwright Eric Simonson, who wrote “Lombardi,’’ is at work on “Magic/Bird,’’ about the Celtic great and his Hall of Fame friend Earvin “Magic’’ Johnson. The story will trace the two basketball stars’ rivalry and friendship from their days as rookies in the NBA to their appearance on the Olympic Dream Team in 1992. The six-character play is scheduled to debut on Broadway in 2012, and Johnson and Bird are both participating in the creative process.”—
Felton, Fields, Gallinari, Chandler, Mozgov and the first rounder Randolph is to become? That is just ridiculous. Waaaay too much.
Isiah Thomas would have waited until it became this ridiculous and then now would have pulled the trigger on a deal with Denver. Ahhh, the Isiah Thomas Era…could it return for Part II?? For the sake of Knicks fans, I really, really hope not. As a blogger, I pray for it each and every night.
Donnie, please listen to New York City bloggers. They’ve been through a lot with the Knicks, and if you just wait, you’ll get him this summer. Just wait. Please? OK, good.
Bethlehem Shoals: About an hour ago, you told me that “I feel like Blake Griffin is ruining my enjoyment of the NBA the same way pornography ruins sex.” Care to elaborate on that?
Pasha Malla: Well, I don’t think that’s entirely true about pornography, and I was mostly kidding, and I’m wary of sports/porn allegories… But, okay. I mostly keep up with the NBA through highlights online. And all I want to see anymore are the money-shots of Blake Griffin dunks. As pure spectacle, he’s come to supersede everything else in the league.
BS: I agree that using sex as a way to, well “sex up” or dude-ify the fan experience is dumb, if inevitable. As a cultural reference, I don’t think porn can ever be trotted out as anything other than camp. But on the web, highlights and porn are consumed in similar ways: as an aggregate of quick-hit, pleasure-center clips, with the goal of finding that one, superlative moment. Griffin is the next step: because he’s always “on”, the excerpt becomes incomplete. I will go ahead here and compare him to the rise of free, forty-minute streaming web porn.
I really the writing about pron stops soon (because that guy shouldn’t get any more links), but this is pretty funny.
Ugh. I had no idea. I guess I knew, but I had forgotten. I had forgotten about Amechi, and now I feel terrible. I was feeling bad for Jerry, and now I can't help but think he deserved worse.
He was a great coach. I could say something about different generations or some other crappy excuse, but there’s really nothing that works, and it’s been bugging me since I heard the news at work earlier today. No one has written about it. I wonder if they’re scared, or just unsure? Maybe Whitlock will, and I hope Granderson, but Simmons, Reilly, Shanoff, Hollinger, Skeets, Shoals, Adande, etc all stayed away (this is only a small handful of the people I read, but I didn’t find anything about it anywhere—please correct me if I’m wrong)
Sloan should have always known better. It was so jarring, when I read about it after Amaechi came out a few years ago, that I walked around in a daze the rest of the day. I was completely taken off-guard because of my respect for him as a coach. From then on, I always looked at him different, and I hate to say it, but it’s the second thing that popped into my head when I heard the news.
FYI gotemcoach: I always thought I was following you because so many other people I read were reblogging you. That glaring omission has been remedied and I’ll do one of those Tuesday things that sorta freak me out.
“Amid reports of a growing rift with superstar Deron Williams that exploded in a heated halftime argument during Utah’s 91-86 loss to the Bulls on Wednesday night, Sloan reached the point of no return. For years — no, decades — the Jazz were on an island as one of the only teams that could not and would not be infiltrated by the whims of basketball divas and their power-hungry agents. Sloan spoke about it many times as he made the rounds across the country, a curiosity from another era in an environment where somebody’s always stomping his feet and trying to exert his own imagined version of authority.”—
In case you were wondering how to answer an NBA question correctly, and inspire my second tumblr crush on an internet person I’ll probably never meet:
Okay. Now, initially I was sure I’d have wanted to see Russell v. Chamberlain, namely the 1967 East Division Finals you mentioned. It may have been Russell’s first year as player-coach, but I’m not sure how much adjusting he actually had had to do — he was already the unchallenged leader of that squad (at least, for the most part), and I mean, he led them to a 60-win season. But even though Wilt and Bill faced each other a mind-bendingly absurd number of times throughout the ten years of their “rivalry,”* I think the more captivating competition really began in the 1962 Finals between the Lakers and the Celtics.
Those Lakers were, on the whole, a better opponent for the Celtics — sure, Chamberlain was an insane player, but games against any of his teams were really just games against Wilt. The Lakers had to play a decent part of that season without Baylor, and during his absence West really tightened up his play, and then Elgin returned just absolutely on fire. He missed 42 games and still scored over 1,800 points. And that ‘62 Finals series was magnificent. Big E against the Celtics in Game 5? 61 points and 22 rebounds. Only Michael Jordan has topped that in a playoff matchup. And Game 7? Russell clocked 30 points and 40 rebounds. FORTY. The game went into OT at 100-100 after Frank Selvy missed a wide-open jumper and potentially got fouled by Cousy in the process (Elgin was right under the basket, and in all likelihood had been fouled by Sam Jones; instead, Russell grabbed the rebound, and you know the rest). The Celtics only won by three (110-107), and the series as a whole was belligerently competitive, well-attended (kind of surprising, as the Lakers were only on their second season in L.A.) and it kick-started what has arguably been the best rivalry in any sport. So yeah, I would have loved to have witnessed that. But it’s definitely a tough call.