Kobe’s Ruptured Achilles and My Hate Towards Him

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Sam posted on my Facebook timeline, “I need to know your opinion about Kobe and his ruptured Achilles.”

I actually happened to see this game on TV live. I had checked ESPN.com and saw Stephen Curry had 47 on the Lakers, so just as I tuned into the game, this happened. And immediately as I saw it, I knew what had happened.

Having ruptured my Achilles almost 14 years back in 1999, I have a soft spot for those who also rupture their Achilles. But I also hate Kobe and I hate the Lakers. How do I reconcile this?

Now what I call “hate” here isn’t actual hate.  Like if I saw Kobe walking down the street, my blood wouldn’t boil walking past him.  I wouldn’t have the urge to shank in the back or to sock him in the throat.  This kind of “hate”  is the sports hate that any real sports fan would understand.  I didn’t have an ill-will toward him.  I didn’t want him to break is leg.  As with any sports hate, we just love seeing the team/person fail.

When you cheer for my group of teams (Milwaukee Bucks, Miami Dolphins) who have barely seen any postseason games, you have to find a second team to cheer for or find teams to cheer against.  I have lots of teams and players than I hate, but there is no other team/player that I loved cheering against more than the Lakers and Kobe. Even after Kobe went down, I was still cheering hard for the Warriors to win the game.

So how do I feel about Kobe and his ruptured Achilles? While I do enjoy seeing Kobe fail, I never wanted to see this (or any other serious injury) happen to him.  So I feel bad for him.  I know how frustrating it is to deal with a ruptured Achilles.  The long rehab.  The daily soreness.  I was in my athletic prime too when I ruptured it.

I hope he recovers quickly, and back to his full strength.  I can’t wait to cheer against him again.

Simmon’s Mock Draft

sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/100420

10. Jacksonville

TRADE!

The Jags can absolutely talk Pete Carroll into a "Look, if you don’t trade up for C.J. Spiller right now, we’re trading this pick to someone who will" scenario, right? Although part of me wants Carroll to abandon the Spiller chase, trade for Matt Leinart and sign Reggie Bush, just because it would be fun to have that trio back together, only this time, Leinart and Bush would be getting paid OVER the table (italics mine). (The UCLA fans are giggling right now.) Screw it, let’s give Seattle Spiller.

My Gay Dreams

Saturday night, I had a couple of strange and intense dreams.  My first dream wasn’t gay.  In fact it was more murderous than gay.  In fact it was all murderous and none gay.  I don’t remember the premise of the dream.  All I remember is some man and woman are trying to gun me down.  Or maybe they did.  Apparently years ago, according to the dream, I had done something to some man, and they wanted to let me know they didn’t forget about it.  Like some bad mafia dream.

I awoke from this dream kind of dazed.  I looked at the clock saw that it wasn’t even 2am yet.  I was trying to get more sleep, but it took a while.  The gout pain in my knee hit it’s peak at that moment.  So maybe the drugs, and the pain in my knee had some affect on my next dream.  Onto my gay dream.

So I’m in the dark room with a dozen or so other people.  We’re watching some type of presentation or video, which I had know idea what it was talking about.  I’m sitting in the back row with some unknown people, but what we are sitting in are more like couches than chairs.  The man next to me, whom I don’t recognize, starts chatting it up with me.  From what I remember we’re having a good conversation, and we seem to be getting along, when a message appears on the projector.

“Would the men in the back row stop talking.  It’s distracting.”

I understand the talking can be a little distracting, so I’m going to stop.  This other man stops as well, but he’s changed a little.  He’s no longer wearing a shirt…  Or pants.  Just him in his underwear, steadily getting closer and closer to me.  He’s starting to try to cuddle with me.  My focus returns to the screen.

However like so many of my other dreams, things morph rather quickly.  No longer are we in a room watching a presentation, but now, we’re sitting in a car.  I’m in the middle of the back seat.  To my left, with a shirt on, but still currently gay, Vince Carter.  To my right, Tyra Banks.  (Now you may wonder how these celebrities enter my dream.  I do not know.  My most memorable dream I’ve had included celebrities, which I’ll include as a bonus)

Since we’re on the road now and in the car, Vince Carter starts talking about himself and his past relationships with other men.  However it’s finally dawning on me that Vince is not only interested in me, but he also believes we’re already together.  Let me clarify for those who don’t know who I am.  I’m happily married to my beautiful wife.  And I’m not gay.  Luckily Tyra is next to me and knows these facts as well.  I ask her for some advice on how to break it to him.  She is useless and has no suggestions.  Apparently she only has advice when she is on TV and surrounded by hundreds of crazed women ready to bash men.

Another morphing occurs, and Vince Carter is longer Vince.  Jose Canseco has now arrived in my dream.

Jose continues talking about his relationships.  His tone is getting testier and a little bit angry.  I believe he’s beginning to sense that I’m not into him, without ever having to tell him.  Maybe if Vince Carter was still there, I wouldn’t be as afraid.  But all I can think about is “wow, those ‘roids have made him big.”  I tried to distance myself from Jose physically as much possible by squeezing into Tyra.  Some of you might enjoy a dream getting closer with Tyra Banks, however, we are both fearing for our lives.  We’re trapped inside a speeding vehicle with nowhere to go.  Jose Canseco, already whacked out on steroids, is finding out that I’m rejecting his love.  Violence ensues.

He starts hitting me on the arm.  Ow!  Hits me on the leg.  OWW!  I’m looking for a way out of the car.  Tyra is looking for a way out of the car.  But we are trapped.  Do I jump out of the moving car?  Do I leave Tyra alone with Jose?  Will she jump out too?  These are questions are left unanswered.  My rescuer has arrived.

I hear a baby talking.  It is Caris.  The baby monitor has woken me up!  Thank you, Caris.

Bonus Dream

I remember this dream much more vividly years ago, but I still remember it.  This dream occurred back in 2000.

I’m out to save the princess.  But to get to her, I have to fight through a bunch of ninjas.  Black ninjas.  White ninjas.  They’re all there to stop me from getting the princess.  I’m doing well against them.  I’m able to fight them off as individuals, but their numbers soon begin to overwhelm me.  All of the sudden Anthony Hopkins & Catherine Zeta-Jones drop down from the sky to help me.  Anthony Hopkins & Catherine Zeta-Jones together defeat the rest of the ninjas.

Anthony Hopkins has something profound to say to me, but I forgot.  Must have not been that important.

Bowling & CSI

I love bowling.  I used to bowl all the time back in junior high when in the summertime Chaparral Lanes offered unlimited bowling on the weekdays from noon to 4pm for $40 bucks.  That summer was one of the best summers I had back in school.  We’d bowl for a few hours, walk to I’m Comics, play some Street Fighter II, and bowl some more.  So I know a little bit about bowling.  Maybe more than a little bit.

So I’m catching up on CSI from this season and they have this bowling episode.  The problem, it seems, is that it doesn’t look any of the editors know anything about bowling from the screenshot and score below.

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Now some of you may notice a discrepancy in the score.  Probably a lot of you won’t, so I’ll explain.  The score itself tells you a lot about what has yet to happen.

From the screenshot, Cigs is bowling, and he has a double (well a Turkey, but that first strike has already been counted in his score) going into the 10th frame.  (For a more in-depth look into how scoring works, check the wikipedia page)  The score Cigs currently has is not possible.  In this situation, there should be no score in the 9th frame.  In fact the 8th frame should not have a score as well, since the strike counts the next two balls into the score.  We can see from the 7th to 8th frame, he gets 28 pins.  We know his first ball knocks down 8 pins.

Of course in order to try to build suspense, the writers of CSI have Cigs getting a 7-10 split.

csi_bowling_2

csi_bowling_3

Oh know.  One of the hardest splits to pick up, and he has to pick it up if he wants to win.  Well, we already know what happens since that score in the 9th frame that shouldn’t be there, is there.  He picks it up, and thus pretty much sealing the match (unless he gutters on the last ball).  I haven’t seen what actually happens after this since before Cigs can throw his second ball, a head comes out of the return.

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What I do know is that he picked up the split.  I’ll have to finish the episode and update this post if that doesn’t happen.

Now this analysis may be lengthy and kind of convoluted.  Who has the time to analyze a bowling score on a TV show.  Well, remember I know a little bit about bowling.  This only took seconds for me to notice the score was wrong and know what was about to happen.  I’m such a nerd.

I Feel the Need… The Need for Good Pizza

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I’m eating pizza here at the office for our from Pizzamania.  It’s a local joint down the street that I’ve never been to, mainly because of the review/response from coworkers who’ve been there prior to me working here.  It’s good.  It’s better than Papa John’s.  But it ain’t fantastic.  It ain’t great.  Far from it.

I started thinking about Zachary’s Pizza, and how I miss that great pizza.  Yvonne and I, when we visit up north, would make a trip out to Zachary’s and bring a half-baked home.  The TSA would hassle us (in a friendly/joking way) about our pizza, but it was always worth it. (That’s also the time I saw Jerry Rice waiting in the security line immediately in front of me.  He played for the Seakhawks at the time.  I think they won that day.)

So I figure someone from Chicago must say this type of pizza online.  And certainly they must be better than Zachary’s, right?  So I found a place called Giordano’s.  They claim to be world famous, but I’ve never heard of them.  But then again I haven’t heard of a lot of world famous restaurants even here in LA.  But Giordano’s offers shipped half-baked stuffed deep dish pizza to anywhere in America!  Look at that picture.  It looks like some Zachary’s pizza.  I go through the checkout process, and the price of the pizza is reasonable.  Only 20 bucks for a single topping 12 inch pizza.  I figure the shipping should be only another 10 bucks or so, right? Oh no.

$52.20 for shipping.

I think I’ll pass on this Pizza.  The place got good reviews on Yelp, but some reviewers compared it to Zachary’s and the majority rated Zachary’s better.  Now I’m not going to pay $50 bucks to get an inferior pizza from Chicago.  But maybe a friend, or Cal student can hook a brother up?

(I looked up the score for that game.  Seahawks won. http://www.pro-football-reference.com/boxscores/200411070sfo.htm)

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The Evidence

 

Stupid refs.  My only hope in the future is to get a superstar of my own.  Hopefully Brandon Jennings will be that superstar.

Here’s more on Kobe & the game yesterday, from http://espn.go.com/blog/TrueHoop/post/_/id/11587/kobe-bryant-in-a-nutshell

Conspiracy theorists
The Lakers won by one point in overtime. They got three points in the final minute on a play that appeared to most observers to feature both a Bryant charge and a travel, when he made himself into a bowling ball and Andrew Bogut into a bowling pin.

The NBA says there are no such things as superstar calls, but was anybody surprised by that? Can you find examples of Dwyane Wade, LeBron James or Kobe Bryant getting whistled for offensive fouls with the ball on the way to the hoop with the game on the line? This is not new. If it happens at all, it happens very little. It’s evident superstars operate with a certain impunity. You could argue it’s a reason to have a superstar — so you don’t have to worry much about offensive fouls with the game on the line.

Even on the next play, Bryant’s game-winner, he gathered the ball, and then hopped noticeably with both feet before pivoting.

It’s not alarming or even all that disappointing to me. The game is hard to referee in real time, and everyone wants to see plays like the one above.

And in a way, wasn’t last night’s game perfect? Kobe Bryant fans, stat geeks, conspiracy theorists … Just about everyone got what they wanted.

The NBA is Rigged

I kind of wished I never got that into basketball.  The NBA is rigged.  The NBA tells officials how to call the games.  Officials give the superstars all the calls.  It is what it is.

Did you watch the Lakers/Bucks game tonight?  Did you see the stupid and 1 call that Kobe got before he hit the game winner?  Did you see the travel on that play?  Or how about the charging?  Either one could have been called, but to call it blocking and the and 1?!  Are you kidding me?!  You’re going to give him continuation off of 3 steps?  If that’s Charlie Bell making that move, he ain’t getting that call.  I hate this game.

I hate Kobe.  I hate the Lakers.  I hate the NBA.  My team will never succeed because greater unseen forces are against them.

2001 Bucks Shafted

This brings up old bad memories.  I still hurt after reading this.  I knew they were shafted then.  And I still know they were shafted now.  Sad thing is no one cares the Bucks got the shaft, cause it’s Milwaukee, and no one wants to see the Bucks in the Finals, especially the NBA.  That was my last and only chance to see my team in the Finals, and it got stolen from us.

I watched all the games in that series that year, mainly cause that’s one of the last years they still showed the Conference Finals on network television.  We should have gone to the Finals that year.  And we could have gone if Big Dog makes that gimme 5 footer, or if Ray Allen gets that goaltend called on Dikembe.

I keep waiting for my team to get back into contention.  It’s a long road for Bucks fans.

From Bill Simmon’s latest article:

10. If crooked NBA playoff series were heavyweight boxers, then the 2002 Western finals (Lakers-Kings) was George Foreman and the 2001 Eastern finals (Bucks-Sixers) was Earnie Shavers. Translation: People remember only George, but Earnie was almost as memorable. To briefly recap, Philly’s wins in Games 1 and 4 swung on a controversial lane violation and two egregious no-calls. The Sixers finished with advantages of 186-120 in free throws, 12-3 in technicals and 5-0 in flagrant fouls. Glenn Robinson, one of Milwaukee’s top-two scorers, didn’t even attempt a free throw until Game 5. Bucks coach George Karl and star Ray Allen were fined a combined $85,000 after the series for claiming the NBA rigged it. In that game, Milwaukee’s best big man, Scott Williams, was charged with a flagrant foul but not thrown out, only to be suspended, improbably, for Game 7.

The defining game: When Philly stole a must-win Game 4 in Milwaukee despite an atrocious performance from Iverson (10-for-32 shooting), helped by a 2-to-1 free-throw advantage and a host of late calls. How one-sided was it? When an official called a harmless touch foul to send Sam Cassell to the line with two seconds left and the Bucks trailing by seven (maybe the all-time we-need-to-pad-the-free-throw-stats-so-they-don’t-seem-so-lopsided-afterward call), the subsequent sarcastic standing ovation nearly morphed into the first-ever sarcastic riot. And this was Milwaukee, the most easygoing city in the country! Nobody remembers this. The real loser was Allen, who exploded for 190 points in the series, including a record nine three pointers in do-or-die Game 6. Nobody remembers this, either. Even I didn’t remember it. Crap.

Bill Simmons Mailbag

Q: With the benefit of a little hindsight, how do you think the top-10 of the 2009 NBA draft would look if it went down today?
— Michael McNamara, Jacksonville

SG: Love this question. Let’s say David Stern decides that everyone in the top-10 can do their picks over after seeing the first four weeks of games. Here’s how the revised top-10 probably goes:

1. Clippers: Blake Griffin
2. Grizzlies: Brandon Jennings
3. Zombies: James Harden
4. Kings: Tyreke Evans
5. T-Wolves: Ricky Rubio
6. T-Wolves: Thabeet
7. Warriors: Stephen Curry
8. Knicks: Jonny Flynn
9. Raptors: Ty Lawson
10. Bucks: Furious