It's been a couple of days but I've been busy... actually I have only been drinking. This weekend took a quite bit out of me between the Gators imploding to Texas, who was probably the better team, and all the damn alcohol. Sake was the culprit on Friday night. Of course, I went right back to Jager on Saturday night. All I know is that I was still wiped this morning when I woke up. Anyway, it's getting a little late so I'm just going to cut to the chase. I may only write one more time this week (if that) as my friend Vitas and I are flying up to D.C. to visit our friend Hildebrand on Wednesday night. Who, by the way, probably isn't even going to be in town until Thursday. I'm not too worried about that though. If there's one thing that I know about myself it's that I can get shitcanned in just about any environment. So in the spirit of wrapping this thing the fuck up, I'll leave you with some obseravations from the weekend.
- Danny Ferry and Rex Chapman both just got GM jobs in the NBA. Huh? I can see Danny Ferry. Duke educated. Basketball Family. Some front office experience. But Rex Chapman? They really are just giving away GM jobs now. Don't get me wrong, He was a nice player but I don't remember anybody ever talking about Rex's mind for the game. He went to school for two years...at Kentucky. Not Tubby Smith Kentucky either. This has brain typing written all over it.
- I know that Sports Guy already said that NBA Rookies was good. It is, but that's beside the point. As the show was coming back to a commercial tonight, they showed a clip of Shaq on the Laker team bus. It was around the time the Kings and Lakers were big rivals. You could tell because Shaq was singing a song to Vlade Divac and the Kings to his phone's ringtone, which was playing the theme from Cheers. It was pretty damn funny and just the reason why most everybody loves Shaq. But the best part of the whole clip was a freshly stoned Jelani McCoy sitting in the seat in front of Shaq with his eyes as slanted as a $20 nail tech. Really, you should watch.
- Last night, I was flipping around for something to watch and landed on the end of some show called "The Greatest American". It was on Discovery and seemed like it had gone on for a few weeks. This, however, was the final show and the final five minutes. As Brit Hume proceeded to unveil the Top 5, I leaned in with interest.
Now, I realize that this sort of thing is inherently debatable and flawed. Consider that my disclaimer. The top 5 were as follows: (5) Thomas Jefferson (4) George Washington (3) Martin Luther King, Jr. (2) Abraham Lincoln (1) Ronald Reagan. Ronald Reagan? RONALD REAGAN? That can't be right...can it?
I will not purport to be a political expert but I do know that the man fell asleep in cabinet meetings. He was a fair President and did alot of good things. He also made some awful decisions that America is still feelings the effects of today. Of ALL the Americans to choose from he's number one? I need a drink.
- (Singing) Draft! Oh baby it's the draft. You know I love the Draft...alright that's enough. I really do love the Draft though. Everything except for watching the Magic blow it every year. That's why last year was a refreshing scenario. But seriously...Brooks Thompson, Johnny Taylor, Brian Evans, Jerryl Fucking Sasser...and don't forget Geert Hammink. Who you're asking? He was big, Dutch , and he played center at LSU after Shaq. He wasn't Shaq. Oh yeah, back to this year's draft. Here are a few of my thoughts:
The Lakers will move into the Top 5. I bet Phil Jackson has a knife to Jeannie Buss' throat demanding it as I write this.
I'm not sold on Joey Graham at all. He's athletic but he doesn't handle it that well and has limited range.
I hope the Magic don't draft Sean May. It's not just that I have my doubts about him (I do). It's more that he plays the same position as Dwight Howard. I guess that Howard may grow into a center, though I don't think so. Either way, it shouldn't matter because he doesn't want to play center. He's said so a number of times. The Magic drive me crazy.
(intercom) Julius Hodge...Julius Hodge, Jerryl Sasser is on calling you on the courtesy phone.
Every time that a TV Network runs the story about Chris Paul scoring 61 points for his dead grandfather in high school they should have to immediately follow the piece with a clip of Paul punching Julius Hodge in the nuts.
I think that's it for the Draft but I do plan on keeping a loose diary of sorts during tommorrow's action. I gotta say though...I still miss TNT doing the Draft.
Finally, a friend of mine named Chad dumped his girlfriend...while on vacation...in Alaska. That is cold blooded. He's definitely my new hero.