you don't just have to say every single thing that comes into your head, you know
Yo, checking in. I can't remember going this long without anything to say in a while. And for perhaps the first time ever, I'm acting on the time-tested principle of not saying anything when there's nothing to say. But that leads to no posts in a month, which I think is too long. We can't let readership dwindle from 7 to 5.
Went to California. Had a very good time, a few semi-blogworthy thoughts and experiences but just can't seem to find the energy to post them. Blahdee blahdee. They say when you're in a shooting slump, you need to get a couple layups to restore your confidence. So let me post some quick free garbage for you.
This is for diehard Knicks fans only. For non-Knicks fans, you might consider it The Day The Basketball Died. Two condensed clips of the 1992 Eastern Semifinals, Game 3. So much to watch for, and, if you're an Iron Maiden fan, so much to hear. Click on "HQ" and the video quality will improve a bit. My quick observations:
a. One of the best opens for a sporting event I've ever seen. Marv rules.
b. This might be the most out of control, violent series in NBA history. The majority of the 'highlights' here are missed shots, fouls, blocks, and concussions. There are so many bodies on the floor it looks like a gangland massacre. It's as if they were playing on ice. Ugly ugly ugly. Yet...somehow the intensity almost makes up for it.
c. Gerald Wilkins, like half of his Knicks teammates still rocking the flat-top at least a year past its cultural expiration date, comes through with 2 huge lefty flushes that I had somehow forgotten about completely.
d. Jordan's greatness shines through. While he looks genuinely uncomfortable and nervous at times, like he can't believe the Bulls' 67 win season could go up in smoke to these punks from NY, his competitive edge is overpowering, resulting in the Gatorade Ad power-layup while being Malachi'd by Ewing and McDaniel at 6:35 of part 2.
e. Read the bit about Pat Riley's pregame speech in the video description. He basically ordered a 12 man assault on Jordan, and it wasn't enough. I miss Riley anyway; I've never been more committed, invested, and alive as a sports fan as I was during his 4 year run in NY.
f. The whole game is available on youtube if you are a masochist.
Part 2:
Those with strong stomachs can add their own observations in the comments.
Went to California. Had a very good time, a few semi-blogworthy thoughts and experiences but just can't seem to find the energy to post them. Blahdee blahdee. They say when you're in a shooting slump, you need to get a couple layups to restore your confidence. So let me post some quick free garbage for you.
This is for diehard Knicks fans only. For non-Knicks fans, you might consider it The Day The Basketball Died. Two condensed clips of the 1992 Eastern Semifinals, Game 3. So much to watch for, and, if you're an Iron Maiden fan, so much to hear. Click on "HQ" and the video quality will improve a bit. My quick observations:
a. One of the best opens for a sporting event I've ever seen. Marv rules.
b. This might be the most out of control, violent series in NBA history. The majority of the 'highlights' here are missed shots, fouls, blocks, and concussions. There are so many bodies on the floor it looks like a gangland massacre. It's as if they were playing on ice. Ugly ugly ugly. Yet...somehow the intensity almost makes up for it.
c. Gerald Wilkins, like half of his Knicks teammates still rocking the flat-top at least a year past its cultural expiration date, comes through with 2 huge lefty flushes that I had somehow forgotten about completely.
d. Jordan's greatness shines through. While he looks genuinely uncomfortable and nervous at times, like he can't believe the Bulls' 67 win season could go up in smoke to these punks from NY, his competitive edge is overpowering, resulting in the Gatorade Ad power-layup while being Malachi'd by Ewing and McDaniel at 6:35 of part 2.
e. Read the bit about Pat Riley's pregame speech in the video description. He basically ordered a 12 man assault on Jordan, and it wasn't enough. I miss Riley anyway; I've never been more committed, invested, and alive as a sports fan as I was during his 4 year run in NY.
f. The whole game is available on youtube if you are a masochist.
Part 2:
Those with strong stomachs can add their own observations in the comments.
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