Death Of The Pretty Boys
Given the sloppy ball-handling and shaky shooting, Game 3 was precisely the sort of game that the Miami Heat would have lost last year. But they didn’t and by finding a way to grind it out, they may have stepped in the right direction of ge
Blame KD, Not Russ
Let’s start out with this: they don’t make ‘em like Russell Westbrook, anymore. There’s a subversive quality to his play on the floor. He can look frightening, in a very real and ill way. There are a lot of young 20-someth
Murder One
Here’s what I learned watching Game 1 of the 2012 NBA Finals: nothing. Well, let me walk that back a little. I learned that Oklahoma City head coach Scott Brooks’ mother doesn’t like to get on airplanes and therefore doesn&rsquo
Clash of the Titans
Let’s rewind. Last week, with both Conference Finals tied at two games a piece and the still very real possibility of a Boston vs. San Antonio Finals, I wrote this:
“At some point, LeBron or KD
Hunger Games
Growing up I wanted a pair the Air Jordan VII’s because I watched MJ cook the Orlando Magic for 64 points. I wanted a pair of the Reebok Answers because I watched countless defenders fall victim to Allen Iverson crossovers. Before the Celti
“Play Or Get Played”
Let’s start with the accent. It’s easy – too easy – to get seduced by it.
Idris Elba isn’t the first actor to cross the pond and tease our ears with an old English twist, but let’s be real: it sounds d
The HeartLand
When people use the word “heart,” they could just be referring to an actual, physical heart. You know, like, our organ that pumps blood. But, often, “heart” references something figurative. In Kanye West’s “Hea
Broken Clutch
I’m still a Twitter novice, familiar enough to know how to use it to keep in touch with people but still new enough that I smirk at terms like “tweef” and “twitterverse.” As such, there is one hurdle of that I just c
Getting Back to Great
Maybe the chief thrill for sports fans is witnessing greatness. It might not be why we watch, but it is probably the most compelling product of competition. Our collective desire to see greatness and appreciate it in real-time is why Tiger Woods&
All Stacks, No C’hips
Baby Boomers ran the NBA for two decades. Starting with Magic Johnson’s Finals MVP in 1980 through Michael Jordan’s Game 6