While Yahoo’s Kelly Dwyer calls Sunday’s beauty pageant “easily the best NBA All-Star Game that I can remember”, and one local scribe hailed the Association’s community outreach efforts in New Orleans (“relentless tales of do-goodery” sneered one deep thinker who couldn’t even be bothered to watch the game), Uni Watch’s Paul Lukas used his Page 2 pulpit to critique a spectacle he calls “a total freakin’ disaster”.
Things looked relatively normal if the players were facing forward, but everything started going haywire once they turned sideways or backwards, because someone had the bright idea of using a two-tone format. Sometimes it looked like there were three or even four teams on the court at once.
Even worse, the East’s silver back looked a lot like the West’s white front, so it often looked like a player was being guarded by a member of his own team. There were also some surreal moments when two players came together and a composite third player seemed to form in between them. Was this the proverbial sixth man?
Hardwood Paroxysm was on the scene in New Orleans this weekend, and let it be said that no one else in the mainstream media has published nearly as many candid photographs of Taylor Hicks.
I thought Dwyer was out at Yahoo? Anyway, I’m glad he’s not. He’s really good. And while it hardly needs to be said, the With Leather dude is the worst. He makes the Deadspin weekend subs look like Red Smith riding on Grantland Rice’s back, Master Blaster style.
I’m embarrassed that the deputy With Leather guy shares my initials, and hometown.
Also, I should clarify:
this (2008) was the best ASG I can remember. The first one I remember was probably my favorite: the 1988 turn. I can’t remember the 1987 ASG in its initial presentation, and that’s the one that is probably the finest ever.
He makes the Deadspin weekend subs look like Red Smith riding on Grantland Rice’s back, Master Blaster style.
You must’ve missed the boy genius from 2 weeks ago on Deadspin Saturdays talking about popping a chubby (which I hope relates to boners) and going gay and nutting over some dude’s back and all sorts of homoerotic bro-down Highlights-level ass slapping – otherwise, your mythical Thunderdome would be rockin’, summer school style.
Thankfully, I did miss all that. Yikes x 1,000.
In my (non-existent) contract with CSTB, it’s actually mandated that that if I use the word “nut” as a verb, I’m to be fired and then fined $50. I know it doesn’t seem that bad to most people, but that’s about a month’s salary for me.