Posts Tagged ‘Derek Fisher’

I realize this came out ages ago, but damn, I love this song. Fell asleep in the movie, but I think this song is just makes yer face go all screwy, in a good way, like you’re about to watch the Corey Brewer dunk over D Fish for the forty-second time on YouTube (if you haven’t seen that, do yourself a favor). The FUZZY guitar tone, that great room sound on the drums, the Linn “Computer Blue” echo-y hi-hat, that piano riff, all righteous. Even if Alicia seems to be flat on that bridge part. Well, maybe it’s not her, but SOMEONE’S flat.

People destroyed it on a lot of the YouTube comments, but they’re wrong. It’s just vicious. And if that’s actually Jack playing drums, man has got some taste, feel, and chops. It’s a perfect nasty little pop song.

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What a great game the other night, Lakers vs. Celts. I, of course, despite living in LA, will always cheer for KG. Always. My favorite player of all time. I love his game, his attitude, his intensity. One of my heroes.

But Kobe hit that late 3 last night, the one that Reggie Miller described as “cold-blooded.” And it was. Just deadly.

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When it was Shaq and Kobe, I always hated Shaq. Not because he isn’t funny, or personable, or a great ambassador for the game. I hated him because the NBA let him charge on every single fucking play. Elbows. Running over people. Charges.

And the NBA just let it happen. Because he was so marketable.

Blatantly Dishonorable.

(My caveat, of course, is that apparently Shaq paid for George Mikan’s funeral. That is one of the classiest things I’ve ever heard about in my life. Shaqtastic!)

I don’t think the NBA knows how many fans they’ve lost because of charges not getting called, players constantly carrying the ball, missed travel calls. Old school basketball fans look at it and say, “No thanks. I’ll watch college ball.”

I love pure basketball players. Tim Duncan (although I hate how whiney and chippy the Spurs as a whole have become). Steve Nash. Reggie Miller. Ray Allen. Garnett. Chauncey Billups. Rip Hamilton. Hell, Derek Fisher.

I got into an argument with a guy once about D Fish or Stevie Franchise. I was all about Fish (once again, despite hating the lake-less Lakers). The guy was all about “Franchise.” History has kicked that guy in the nuts for me.

So I’m watching the game last night, cheering for the Celts (as any good Minnesotan does now that Garnett plays for ’em- AUGGH! That late bullshit phantom 6th foul call on Garnett!) and Kobe hit that late three. And I just thought, “That’s the best player in basketball right now.” Kobe has it all. Range, evil moves, cold-bloodedness, psychotically high basketball IQ, he’s just beyond. Lebron, of course, is unreal, but the four steps to the basket can get a bit much.

I remember watching a T-Wolves vs. Lakers game in the Target Center, and some moron yelled out, “Hey Kobe, you’re still not Michael Jordan.”

Could that idiot have missed the point more? I would’ve loved to see Kobe turn around and yell, “No, I’m not. I’m Kobe goddamn Bryant, and I’m destroying your team by myself.

Much respect. And that’s from a guy who doesn’t say things like “much respect.”

I’m still not calling you “Mamba,” though.

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