Every weekend I have one routine that never gets old, I update my music collection by logging into iTunes and see what albums I want to add to my permanent digital collection that are in the $5.99-$6.99 range. It’s fun because you come across stuff that you forgot how much you actually liked. It’s taken me back to No Doubt’s “Tragic Kingdom” (which reminds me of how much I can’t stand Gwen Stefani now), to Bush’s “Razorblade Suitcase (which reminds me of how much I can’t stand Gwen Stefani now) all the way up to Nothing But Thieves, Catfish and the Bottlemen and for some reason I got sentimental about Fall Out Boy’s “From Under the Cork Tree.”
A couple of weeks ago I came across what now might be considered a secret shame, but from 1998-2001 you and everyone else were blasting everywhere, Limp Bizkit. Rap/Metal wasn’t anything new when it came to the front of the mainstream after Korn’s “Follow the Leader” knocked down the door for anyone who had a metal band and a frontman who could reasonably rhyme. Rage Against the Machine, Beck, Beastie Boys and Red Hot Chili Peppers had already laid down the groundwork to know that the genre was accepted. However, few did it to the successful degree of Limp Bizkit, because let’s face it, Fred Durst, for as much as you hate him, is as savvy a businessman/opportunist as you will find and for four years made his band the biggest on the planet. Continue reading
The most non-surprising story so far of the NBA free agency period is that former Oklahoma City Thunder superstar Kevin Durant is leaving to form a super team out in Golden State with Steph Curry, Draymond Green and Klay Thompson. Six years ago, I ripped LeBron James for doing essentially the same thing by going to Miami, but with the way the NBA landscape has changed since “The Decision,” I really can’t blame Durant for taking his talents to Oakland.
Fairly or unfairly, we judge the careers of major athletes by how much hardware they can bring home, and to say that we don’t is to not have a robust picture of how going back almost 40 years we judge the ones who didn’t win. Think about it, what is the first thing you think of when you hear the names Dan Marino, Charles Barkley or Patrick Ewing? Great careers, but … Continue reading
Throughout the course of the past 13 years, my opinion towards LeBron James has flipped and flopped about as many times as he flopped on the court. From being “The Chosen One” to playoff choke artist, to soulless but regrettably a champion, to nice redemption, but you’ll never win, now finally on to living up to everything and the best basketball player we will see in our lifetime.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote off the Cavaliers, as most people did and prematurely anointed the Warriors as an unstoppable tour de force that would not be stopped. Well the funny thing about the greats, is when history is all but in the books, they find a way to flip the script faster then Taylor Swift flips her men.
You all know the story by now, James and the Cavs erase a 3-1 series deficit en route to James finally delivering on his promise to giving the people of Cleveland one less thing to be miserable about. It wasn’t just about the win, it was also James proving to everyone how wrong we were about Steph Curry being the best player on the planet and showing how he is the best all-around player we will ever see. Continue reading
Back in the summer of 2010, LeBron James actually had the NBA landscape figured out and knew what he had to do to build his legacy: he needed to create a super team in order to win championships.
Like it or not, the James’ experiment in Miami resulted in four straight trips to the NBA Finals, two titles and a really weird perspective on how to view his legacy given that he didn’t deliver a championship on his own in Cleveland. Now, two years after his second scorned city in four years, James and the Cavaliers are on the verge of their second straight loss to a clearly superior Golden State Warriors team that is arguably the greatest team of all-time, and a looming summer of what to do with the end of his prime.
So this brings the question of if James loses his fifth Finals trip where does this place him in regards to his legacy? I had a hard time placing this until I came across a comments thread on ESPN’s website, and it hit me like a ton of bricks: he is the Wilt Chamberlain of his era. Continue reading
When I was a kid, basketball was my favorite sport. I grew up in what a lot of people consider the golden era of the NBA, I idolized Kevin Garnett, mimicked my game after a hybrid of Penny Hardaway and Dennis Rodman, had a jersey for a every Knicks’ starter and would watch somewhere in the vicinity of at least 150-200 NBA games a year from 1992-2001. There were only two problems: Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls.
Growing up and having to watch them during that time period was awful. You knew during their dual threepeats that no matter who your team was, it was hopeless because Chicago would ultimately win.
Those Bulls teams were great, you can’t win six titles in eight years (it would’ve been eight straight if Jordan had not “retired” (AHEM! GAMBLING SUSPENSION THE NBA WIPED UNDER THE RUG) the first time) if you aren’t. You don’t win 72-games in a season without being really good. But therein lies the problem, for a lot of people, time stopped for NBA greatness after the Bulls won the 1998 title. And they were dead wrong.
The threepeat teams never really were tested. They never had an opening round go five games, and had to play just two game sevens, and never in the Finals. Continue reading
LeBron James versus Steph Curry, that was Adam Silver’s dream rematch for the end to one of the more memorable NBA seasons in recent years. Now, with the Golden State Warriors down 2-1 to the Oklahoma City Thunder and the Cleveland Cavaliers in a fight for their lives against the only team the Association let in from Canada, the ratings dream is about to be a nightmare of a possible Thunder/Raptors NBA Finals.
Usually the NBA playoffs are the only playoffs where the best team wins. A best of seven series weeds out the weaklings (the only exception being the 1999, eighth seeded New York Knicks, and even that wasn’t a true representation because it was a strike shortened year) and the best team takes home the prize. Take a look back over the 10 years: Warriors, Spurs, Heat, Heat, Mavericks, Lakers, Lakers, Celtics, Spurs, Heat, see any trend aside from the Mavericks?
The Warriors and Cavs have come back from the brink the past few years, but if Silver and his plans on legalizing sports gambling want any part of getting any public interest heading into next year, he better pray that Curry and James find a way to meet again, because while I may not know a whole lot about ratings, I do know that no one is going to watch the Raptors.
Bryan Schools has gone to defend his home planet from invaders. He sent us this message to share with you in the meantime.
Anyone who knows anything about futility in sports knows that Cleveland is one of the most destitute locations of all-time. Currently, what Google has deemed the saddest place on the planet, has gone 52 years without a professional championship in any sport, and now the Cavaliers are trying to dupe the population into one more ride.
As much as I have been on LeBron James’ side since he atoned for taking his talents to South Beach, the chosen one is now leading the Cavs into a potential onslaught by either the Golden State Warriors or Oklahoma City Thunder when the real NBA Finals (the Western Conference Finals) are done.
Just from knowing history, and how Cleveland has come so close before before losing in ways only Cleveland can (The Drive for the Browns and losing to the Marlins while being up with two outs to go in the 1997 World Series), this team is destined for an epic collapse. Because, well, that’s the only thing it can do well.
The following was sent to us by Bryan Schools, who is currently on a vision quest somewhere in Arizona.
Over the years of this column, I’ve made it no secret that I am not the world’s biggest hockey fan. Needless to say, the mid-Atlantic region of the east coast isn’t exactly the world’s biggest hockey hotbed. This year (and as I am writing this, I am particularly excited because they are down 3-1 in an elimination game) the Washington Capitals are once again on the verge of being eliminated after being favorites to win the Stanley Cup.
Why do I take such joy in this for a sport I don’t care about? Four words, Elliot in the Morning. Pretty much, if you have a radio station in your home town anywhere from Maine to Florida, you get this show. And by and large, I have absolutely no issue with it at all. That is, until host Elliot Segal brings up one of two things, Alex Rodriguez or the Washington Capitals.
Every year some time between January and February, Segal brings on at least one member of the Washington Capitals per week and talks ad nauseam about the Caps and how “this is the year that’s different and we don’t choke in the playoffs.” It seems like a trivial thing to get ticked over, but when it’s the first thing you listen to every morning, and the Caps have been choking in the playoffs for oh, about a decade, you just wish you would stop hearing about it.
So now, after months of hearing the same story, again, tomorrow will give me a much deserved break from the Washington Hockey Team, at least until the beginning of 2017.
With the NHL playoffs in full swing, the least popular of the four major North American sports is getting it’s annual buzz, and being in the minority amongst a lot of my friends, I could care less.
Aside from being the equivalent of soccer on ice, hockey to me, is one of the least cerebral sports on the planet. It’s purely reactionary, involves no apparent strategy, and I’m pretty sure was created out of boredom by people in Canada who had three items: ice, branches and a frozen piece of poop.
While I know the common saying around the sports world is that there is nothing more exciting than a Game 7 in hockey. While I wish that I could see that, to me it gets trumped by baseball, basketball and the almighty NFL
Sure, I’ll catch flack for it, but even that beats trying to see where the puck is on the ice.
As many of you know, The Guys (mainly Bryan McBournie and myself) are avid Boston Red Sox fans, and today marked the final opening day for one David
Arias Ortiz. Of course, being the big, round, mound of trotting around, Ortiz blasted off a home run to kick off his final season.
If the Sox season goes down the toilet, the focus of this season will turn into what the 2014 campaign for Derek Jeter did, and just be one farewell celebration after another. And for my money, as my all-time favorite member of the Sox, no one deserves it more.
Especially, because even at 39, he’s going out at the top of his game.
Ever since his arrival in Boston in 2003, Ortiz has easily been the most likeable member of the team (his flare for postseason dramatics helped) which is why it’s going to be so tough to see him go, since he can still play. Continue reading