Peter Vescey might no longer have the Larry Brown/Isiah Thomas/Jim Dolan Hate Triangle to snicker at, but the New York Post columnist should have G Nate Robinson (above) to kick around for a while longer.
With any luck, Eddy Curry’s development wasn’t too stunted by being force-fed so many fundamentals in such a short time span. Happily, his growth plate remains wide open. And while we’re at it, a moment of appreciation is in order for the mud-bound USS Intrepid! At last, a New Yorker less mobile than Curry.
Thankfully, Brown didn’t curb Nate Robinson’s enthusiasm. Later, for Jamal Crawford’s unreal pull-up to win the Nuggets game. I’m still stuck on the picture of The Great Nate sticking a 3-pointer at the third quarter buzzer against the Pacers, Knicks down one. Such cause for celebration! He’s so lovable.
Imagine Brown having the audacity to try to impede Robinson’s idiosyncratic brand of braggadocio. The nerve of him to insist on professionalism! No wonder James Dolan & the Dolts wanted Brown gone so quickly. They must’ve discovered his plan for year two. He was going to attempt to completely corrupt Robinson’s game by teaching him to make a premeditated pass for an assist.
The Seattle Times’ Percy Allan notes that while everyone else is getting teed up, the Sonics’ Danny Fortson has been a model citizen thus far. Naturally, his coaches and teammates are waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Whenever Fortson is whistled for an infraction, teammates, opposing players, officials, league watchdog Stu Jackson and observers wonder: Is this the moment Danny loses his cool again?
“You do kind of like hold your breath for a second because in the past, he wouldn’t be able to control his emotions and he’d just go off,” Sonics forward Rashard Lewis said. “This year, they’re really cracking down on things like that, calling [technicals] on every little thing, so for him to keep his cool, that says a lot.”
Fortson was supposed to be an early casualty of the new no-tolerance rule, which allows officials to give technical fouls to players who complain about calls or make excessive displays of emotion.
The on-court conduct policy has been criticized by NBPA executive director Billy Hunter, who threatened legal action if the new rules aren’t relaxed. According to the NBPA, in the first 50 games last season there were 66 technical fouls compared with 122 through 51 games this season.
And not one has been given to Fortson, who laughed when told that media members set the over/under for his first technical at two games.
“Yeah, that’s fair,” he said. “I probably would have said that, too. But it’s going to be a lot longer than two games.”
True Hoop is becoming less SFW with each passing day. Friday’s entries include graphic details of a roll in the hey-hey-hey with A.I., and some strange allusions to that terrible Meredith Brooks single that Geza X. produced.
I’m flattered that you think TrueHoop is living on the edge (I AM A DANGEROUS MAN–FEAR ME!) but do the words “naked” and “bitch” really count as not safe for work? (And if they ever did, do they still now that George Allen has conceded?) Does it make any difference if they are sandwiched between many thousands of words on the minutiae of reforming basketball development?
Henry,
I’d love to reply specifically to your retort, but the recently installed NetNanny has already deleted major chunks of your message, along with my frontal lobe. If the 700 Level wants to persist in publishing accounts of The Answer doing the deed outside of marriage, that’s their call. But I’m sure parents and educators hold you to a far higher standard. Jermaine Stewart didn’t have to take his clothes off to have a good time, and neither does Allen Iverson.
GC you may be right, but I want to hear it from the parents and educators themselves–not someone with, say, the words “Greedy Motherfuckers” an inch or two to the NE of where I’m writing presently.
So far I have heard no such thing.
I take that back. I did recently have one person complain about a rash of testicle jokes related to the new ball.
But I mean, COME ON, when David Stern stands before reporters and says “we have wet both balls” I really have no choice in the matter. If the cock ring fits… (Lordy, did I just say that? I can’t believe I even thought that. Glad we’re in your adult den of sin and not my family-friendly basketball entertainment zone.)
It’s entirely possible that my sensibilities on this matter are colored by having gone to journalism school in Greenwich Village, where written words really don’t rank when it comes to shock appeal. Words describing naked celebrities are tame and meaningless when side-by-side with actual naked celebrities.
Henry,
“I hate the world today
You’re so good to me
I know but I can’t change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I’m an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you’d be so confused
I don’t envy you
I’m a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
Chorus:
I’m a bitch, I’m a lover
I’m a child, I’m a mother
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell, I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean
You’ll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won’t mean a thing
Chorus
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season’s already changing
I think it’s cool, you do what you do
And don’t try to save me
Chorus
I’m a bitch, I’m a tease
I’m a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I’m your angel undercover
I’ve been numb, I’m revived
Can’t say I’m not alive
You know I wouldn’t want it any other way”
Trust me, it’s a tough one to carry during karaoke. Even worse than “The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald”
This one might be a bit easier :