Archive for the ‘NBA’ Category

Just Another Cheat Code

July 11, 2010 1 comment

I remember playing Contra on the NES in the third grade. My friend Tim and I would play it for hours. My preferred weapon of choice was the spray gun. The moment I got the game, I quickly punched in the, “30 lives” cheat. (Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, B, A, select, start. Like you needed me to even say it.) Within a few hours, I was celebrating my victory. Tim, however, refused to use the cheat. He stuck with the three lives allotted by Konami. He failed. And failed. And failed. Days went by. Weeks. Months. And then on that fateful Friday night, he finally beat the game. He was a winner. I celebrated with him. And deep down, I was jealous.

Maybe I could have beaten the game with three lives. Maybe I had it in me. I’ve always been primarily a sports game guy, so it was rare that I’d put a lot of time into a game like Contra. After beating the game with 30 lives, I had little motivation to put in the necessary work to beat it again with only three. But I often wonder if I really could have done it.

I was the LeBron James of Nintendo. Read more…

Got Mail?

July 3, 2010 1 comment

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I know that by now I should probably be burnt out on NBA free agency. But I’m not. I’m just as enticed as ever, with no hint of the rumors and signings losing any luster. And I’m betting many of you feel the same way. Part of it of course, is that I have a dog in the hunt (Clippers), but my interest is also due to the insanity of some of these deals.

Darko, Gay and Amir Johnson all signing for huge contracts? PINCH ME! Please NBA GMs, PLEASE continue the madness. It’s intoxicating.

Sounds to me like it’s time to open the inbox and answer some reader mail… Read more…

The Honesty Zone: The Summit

July 1, 2010 Leave a comment

If this is your first experience with The Honesty Zone, you’ve picked a great one to take away your innocence. This is my version of the, “trust tree.” A safe place where everything is right with the world. No lies, no faint recollections, no prognostications; just good old fashioned, 100-proof, ice-cold truth.

And wouldn’t you know it, the universe just so happens to have something confidential that it wishes to share with us. This past week, some of the summer’s most mesmerizing NBA free agents met in the secrecy of South Beach. Or so they thought. Lucky for you, The Honesty Zone was there to document the excitement for you. Read more…

LeBron Headed to Chicago

June 29, 2010 1 comment

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a few billion times; if you’re a fan of an NBA team with cap room this summer, you can’t get enough LeBron in your life right now.

But if you aren’t one of those fans, you’re likely just shy of homicidal right about now. To those folks I say, put down your weapons of choice and slowly step away from this column. You aren’t wanted here. We’re about to do a triple backflip off the high-dive, canon-balling into a LBJ free agent theory. Hopefully smooching Wendy Peffercorn in the process.

We all want to know where the NBA’s most exciting player is going to play next year. The thing is, he may have already told us. Read more…

NBA Free Agency 101

June 28, 2010 1 comment

With the start of NBA free agency just days away, I decided to kick-start The Summer of LeBron with a monster e-mail swap with ESPN Radio’s Corey Costelloe. What grew from the idea was a potpourri of free agent madness. We started out with LeBron, moved onto theories, then predictions and ended with the predictable breaking of my little Clippers’ heart.

Enjoy. Read more…

The Honesty Zone: Shaq-Kobe Unveiled

June 20, 2010 1 comment

In riding the technological wave of the future, I’m typing this column using ultimate efficiency: airplane wireless internet. And let me tell you, it’s the greatest. So great in fact, it’s no wonder they soon plan on charging passengers $12.95 a pop to browse. Luckily for me, today is still part of Alaska Airlines’ free trial period.

Luckier for me still, I am soaring through the clouds on my way to Maui. Read more…

NBA Finals Game 2 Retrospective

Whenever I am asked what my favorite sport is, I always offer the same resounding answer: basketball. I also quickly clarify that I mean college basketball, not pro, where players are paid too much and care too little.

Some people dedicated their Sunday night to Lakers/Celtics Game 2. I on the other hand, dedicated my Sunday to the game of basketball in a different form: some pick-up ball at the high school where I work.

Which is what leaves me coming to you with my first ever retro blog, taking this chance to reflect on the confusing events of a passionate Sunday evening in Los Angeles. I will also use this as a chance to support my doctoral thesis: Read more…

NBA Finals Game 1 Retrospective

June 3, 2010 Leave a comment

I decided to go with a retrospective diary for Game 1 of the Finals rather than our typical live blog. Why? Because my normal partner-in-crime, Britton Dennis – who happens to be a Lakers incredi-fan – is far too ADHD right now, to participate in anything live where he’d be expected to provide more than minimal side-bar commentary. His left leg has been in full-twitch mode and he’s been talking to himself with such a fury, I think he’s averaging more crazy words per-minute than Ron Artest’s Twitter page.

It’s halftime at Staples meaning only one thing; all the celebs are drinking in their secret club below the stands. Read more…

Welcome to Heaven Dwyane

April 28, 2010 Leave a comment

Though NBA teams cannot “officially” start courting impending free agents until July, I can. So Dwyane Wade, let me be the first to welcome you to an unforgettable destination. Your next home. Let’s just call it, heaven. Read more…

How Jerry Krause Changed My Life: Part III

February 5, 2010 Leave a comment

Have you ever thrown out your back? It’s pure agony I tell you. Last night, while doing nothing more than the simple act of attempting to fall asleep, a disk in my upper back decided it wanted to take a vacation. I was flat on my stomach, pillows tightly gripped between my arms, and I flinched the slightest bit, prompting a chain-reaction of unbearable pain and blood-curling screams.

One trip to the doctor later finds me hopped up on meds – vicodin and muscle relaxers, heeeeeeeeeeelllllllo MAMA!!! – trying to pound out a column while wondering where life went wrong for my back. Read more…