It's been quite a long time, FoxSports blog brethren--in fact, it has been over six months since my last post, following my runner-up finish in the "Next Great Sportswriter II" contest. And since NGS 2, as some of you may be aware from my conversations with Ty Hildenbrandt (aka Quick Slants and first NGS winner), I have been writing for a local newspaper in Johnson County, Indiana.
However, I recently accepted a position as Assistant Editor and Writer for a new publication, which will service the central Indiana area, High School Sports The Magazine. If you are interested, you'll be able to read my writing online beginning at the end of March.
Many thanks for all the support...and more importantly, know that blogging DOES lead somewhere, as long as you want it to. Perhaps our paths will cross again, but until then, good luck and best wishes!
Last August, my wife and I relaxed by the pool at a luxurious resort in Cancun. We were on our honeymoon, surrounded by a hundred other couples with the same wedding date as us, which was really all we had in common. That was, of course, until I noticed the guy in the Red Sox hat. While everyone else sat virtually silent with nothing relevant to say to each other, we talked for over an hour about our beloved Sox-the comeback, Schilling's bloody sock and that painful game seven of the 2003 ALCS.
Despite the fun we had, and aside from the "you're really talking about sports right now?" look on my wife's face, I'll always remember that guy, that conversation and the way that sports brought us together.
That is what sports provides us with-they create a commonality between strangers, making us feel like we all are connected in a way that distance and time make impossible. For some reason, sports are more than just a bunch of kid games played by adults. They hold an intrinsic emotional value to us, providing a medium that allows everyone to relate as if we'd known each other for years. Sports are the temperature gauge of our society.
It's incredible but true: as a country, we argue and get more worked up about issues like steroids, the NBA MVP and the importance of U.S. soccer on the global stage than we do issues that really affect our lives like, say, rising gas prices and our need to find alternative energy sources.
If you're reading this, then guaranteed, you know sports is the only thing that would cause a normally rational person to lose his cool in a restaurant after overhearing the conversation at another table, about Mario Williams being a better pick than Reggie Bush. After all, some things can't go unnoticed; they just instinctively grab your attention. Never mind if your child has poured the entire bottle of ketchup onto his plate. How can anyone side with Charlie Casserly?
Think about how we interact with each other as a society-it isn't through larger social issues, it's through sports.
We don't sit at a bar and talk about environmental statistics, we talk baseball statistics. We don't have parties where we get together and watch the crop report; we get together and watch the Super Bowl. Kids don't play "Global Investment Strategies" in their room at night, they play Nerf basketball. And I certainly don't get together with my wife's family to have a Social Security discussion; we go to a Triple-A baseball games and share $5 beers.
Sports have an influence on our lives that can only be pinpointed when we examine our actions. It drives us to do crazy things and shift our priorities. Take me for example: I've decided it's more important for my four-year old to learn to taunt his Yankee-loving grandfather mercilessly about their pitching woes than it is for him to learn to read. He's only got a few more years before he starts attending games with me, and he needs to be ready. You have to prepare them for it. Reading will come with time-they have schools for that.
Sports can even inject reason and logic into unrelated situations. A high-ranking government official makes a harmful and derogatory remark about a subsection of society? Fine 'em like the NBA does Mark Cuban. That's right, give the Supreme Court the right to levy fines on these poor representatives of the American people. Just as it's bad for professional sports as a business when an owner, manager or player acts out in an inappropriate way, it's bad when our elected officials do the same. But I digress.
Though our seemingly ridiculous obsession with sports comes at a price of time and emotion, there's always a return on our investment. Maybe it's playing golf with your dad or your brother-in-law. Perhaps it can come from watching your favorite team win a championship so you can experience a little bit of the purest form of joy in life, which is in the moments after a team or player wins a title. Or it could be getting an autographed picture of a childhood hero for Christmas, which will, under no circumstances-even the threat of bankruptcy-be sold for personal gain.
The point is that sports has crept into nearly every aspect of our lives, often manifesting itself when we least expect it-whether in a restaurant or on a honeymoon in Mexico. And even if my wife still has that look on her face, I wouldn't have it any other way.
"It's not over," said Dwyane Wade after Game 4 of the NBA Finals.
"It's a different series now, 2-2," Shaquille O'Neal said of the Miami Heat's 98-74 blowout win over the Dallas Mavericks Thursday night.
Both statements ooze arrogance and confidence, spurred by the sudden and dramatic momentum swing which could be seen in nearly every aspect of Game 4. My friends used to call it "Uncle Mo" before any big game-and they'd say he was coming for a visit.
During the first two games in Dallas, it appeared that Miami was overwhelmed and wouldn't be seeing Uncle Mo anytime soon. The Heat were stagnant on offense and defense. Shaq looked like he was closer to Dunkin' Donuts than to dunking the ball. Pat Riley looked out of his element and outwitted by Avery Johnson. The Heat bench was reduced to a cheerleading section-except there wasn't much to cheer about.
The shift that began at the end of Game 3, the balance of power, the momentum and the confidence so desperately needed in a seven game series of this magnitude, was officially Miami's at the end of Game 4.
The evidence of this was everywhere last night. Wade put in 36 points, giving him a total of 78 in the past two games, while playing on an strained knee-which could've just as easily been due to him carrying the Heat to the Game 3 win as it could have from Shaq falling into his legs. Without his ability to penetrate and explode to the basket, he took advantage of Dallas' sagging perimeter defense and drilled jump shots all night as if he were shooting in an empty gym. In fact, sometimes he was that open-like the inbounds play he took with one second on the shot clock early in the fourth quarter and banked the ball in as the buzzer sounded.
But getting Shaq more involved was an important key if Miami truly wanted to get back into the series. He finally had a solid game in the Finals with a 17-point, 13-rebound double-double. Along with those numbers, Shaq dished out 3 assists by passing out of double teams to find an open man. For whatever reason, whether it was the hard foul by Jerry Stackhouse (to which Shaq said in the post-game press conference, "My impression was my daughters tackle me harder when I come home") or his reborn ability to execute a quick baseline spin move, for O'Neal Game 4 was "The Big Motivator".
Aside from its two superstars, Miami got nice contributions from its bench. Reserve guard/forward James Posey had 15 points and 10 rebounds in 26 stellar minutes that featured a back-breaking three-pointer with a little over seven minutes to go that pushed the Heat lead to 15. Alonzo Mourning chipped in 4 points, 6 rebounds-but his most important stat was three intimidating blocks.
Somehow Pat Riley convinced Antoine Walker to play intelligently, play defense and not hoist so many shots (he didn't even attempt his first three-pointer until the opening moments of the second half). Seeing Walker breaking up passes and tallying two steals and a block is nothing short of miraculous-like watching a lazy friend with bad pick-up lines get a job, a haircut and a girlfriend in one day.
Even the "White Hot" Miami crowd came to the arena with a purpose, taunting Mavericks star Dirk Nowitzki with cutouts of David Hasselhoff's face and chanting the singer/actor's name every time Nowitzki shot a free throw. For all we know, that could have been the psychological ploy that forced Dirk to shoot just 2-14 from the field.
With its confidence rising, Miami is taking full advantage of the Mavs misfortunes. Because as quickly as Dallas built that momentum in the first two games of the series, it has been lost in the last two. Everything's flipped. Its superstar has a case of the shooting shanks, as Shaq did in Dallas. Its coach looks confused, as Pat Riley early on in the series. And its young team appears as though they have stage fright.
The overall energy and attitude of the Heat seemed to intimidate the Mavs in Game 4. Miami's zone defense appeared to affect Dallas nearly every time Pat Riley ran it-and the constant switching from man to zone left the Mavs scorers' unable to get into rhythm. Due to this, the Mavericks appeared flustered and edgy; it shot just 31% from the field-including just 3-22 from three-point land.
And the Mavericks certainly won't enter Game 5 on a high note after setting the record for lowest points in the 4th quarter in NBA Finals history with 7.
Momentum does funny things: it has Dallas licking its wounds, trying to figure out what went wrong; while it has Jason Kapono in the last minute of the game because Miami's up by so many there's no way the scrubs can blow it.
Momentum doesn't care about Miami's continued troubling pattern of turnovers, offensive fouls and overall lack of transition defense. But it does care about Dallas getting four offensive rebounds in one possession, coming away with nothing and looking intimidated.
It cares about who wants it most; not who tries to hold onto it. Momentum loves to be pursued.
And right now, Uncle Mo loves South Beach.
Some brief, sarcastic comments on the last few days worth of Sports "news":
Buggin' Out-So Roger Clemens is going through his first (what would you call it, rehab start?) outing since rejoining the Astros, pitching for Class A Lexington Legends last night when his son approaches the mound during the third inning.
"Dad, I just wanted to tell you if you strike out one more guy, the entire crowd gets free wiper fluid."
Upon hearing this news from Koby, the Rocket proceeds to get two more strikeouts, finding the motivation to retire the side. Now every time it rains or a bug splatters the windshield for the next month, people in Lexington will think of Roger Clemens.
I just glad Clemens wasn't down there for "Mullet Appreciate Night" back in May-he would have had to go 1986 on everyone.
Just Sickening-No one should be overly concerned that Dwyane Wade has missed a couple practices because of lingering effects from the flu that hampered him in Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals. We're talking about practice, man. We're talking about practice.
What would really make Wade sick--and everyone else except Dirk Notwitzki--is if David Hasselhoff sang the National Anthem before one of the games in Dallas.
Hearing crickets-The College Women's World Series match-up between Arizona and Northwestern drew more viewers than Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals, which pulled in a cool 611,000 households. Yep, Hockey's definitely making a comeback.
Take it easy, Champ, why don't you sit the next couple plays out-Seems like there are quite a few major leaguers upset at Lastings Milledge for giving some hive fives to the fans after hitting his first major league home-run. This wasn't during play, it was between innings on his way to the field.
Lighten up about baseball's unwritten rules. Perhaps the crackdown on amphetamines has really made some players/managers cranky. Maybe most of these guys need to make peace with themselves for not doing the same thing on their first home-run.
Back soon with the third NGS II Assignment.
In the NBA's post-Jordan hangover, the collective argument has been that the NBA is lost and missing the special qualities it once had. Well, it isn't true.
The NBA's not missing anything. The league is merely traveling through its Space-Time Continuum. Yes, the same theory brought to you by Doc Brown in the 80's classic Back to the Future is alive and well in the NBA.
As Doc Brown explains during the film, key events balance the universe and without each one the course of history is altered. The reason Doc and Marty had to get each event perfect is because if they didn't, the universe would have ceased to exist as they knew it.
Just as we experience things in life that impact our future, without four key events, the NBA would be completely different than the league we know today. And it is because of the league's Space-Time Continuum that we can pinpoint the "Best Things to Happen to the NBA." Take away an event, the league as we know it would begin to disappear like Marty's hand at the 'Enchantment under the Sea' dance.
David Stern
According to Ask Men.com, when Stern became Commissioner of the NBA in 1984, nearly 80% of its teams were losing money and fan interest was at an all-time low. Hard to believe, but the classic 42-point performance in the 1980 Finals by Magic Johnson, as he filled in for Kareem Abdul-Jabbar to lead the Lakers to the NBA title, was shown on tape delay at 11:30 p.m.
It was Stern's implementation of a revolutionary salary cap-which altered the economic structure of the NBA, along with changing the relationship between teams and players-that gave the league the financial flexibility it needed to become a global force.
Perhaps the NBA and its premier players would have been successful without Stern, but his marketing prowess of the league and its superstars allows us to enjoy NBA Live video games, custom made jerseys and the famous player-caricature championship t-shirt. If there were no David Stern, we might have an NBA ran by Biff Tannen.
The 3-point shot
While it began as a gimmick to create interest in the league, the 3-point shot has become the most dynamic part of the game. From revolutionizing the modern player prototype to giving new meaning to the phrase "from downtown", the 3-point shot forever changed the face of the NBA. Who would have thought a 7-footer would be draining a 25-foot shot on one possession, then posting up on the next?
Imagine where the NBA would be without it; how drastically altered our historical perspective of the league would be: no Robert Horry prayer against the Kings in the 2002 Western Conference Finals. Reggie Miller would have never been able to single-handedly bring back the Pacers against the Knicks in the '95 Playoffs. And we never would have seen Jordan's famous shrug of the shoulders against Portland in the '92 Finals without the 3-point shot.
Magic, Larry & Michael
Separately, Magic Johnson, Larry Bird and Michael Jordan all became the face of the NBA-Magic as the personality of the league, Larry as it's hard-working core and Michael as its most talented player ever.
Together they gave us three of the most memorable teams in the history of sports. Without Magic's Lakers, Bird's Celtics, and Jordan's Bulls, we would have missed one of the most compelling rivalries in the history of sports. By combining for 14 NBA Championships in 19 seasons, they ushered in a new era of basketball and reintroduced us to the term "dynasty".
Michael Jordan was the ultimate "event" or "experience" for the league and the fans. Where would we be without Air Jordan's, "Like Mike" commercials, Hanes, the Bulls, the clutch shots, the championships, the tongue-wagging and Space Jam? Well, all but the last one, anyway.
Portland, Phoenix and Utah may have won NBA Championships had there been no Jordan. He became the standard for which all NBA superstars are measured.
Phil Jackson and the Triangle
Jackson may not have won his record tying 9 NBA Championships if it were not for Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Shaquille O'Neal and Kobe Bryant, but at last check, none of them have ever won a title without him either.
Sure, Jackson is a little different, but his career winning percentage of .725 going into this season proves that the Zen-master of existential thinking altered the model of coaching in the league.
While tough, no non-sense coaches like Pat Riley and Chuck Daly had always thrived in the NBA, Jackson used philosophy to motivate and relate to his players.
His attached-at-the-hip assistant, Tex Winter, developed an offense called the Triangle that relied on passing and movement to create easy scoring opportunities. The Triangle brought balance to a league run amuck by one-on-one and without it we'd be watching games made up of 'And 1' mixtapes.
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Every event, while independent of each other, is interconnected in the NBA's Space-Time Continuum. The NBA's success didn't just occur; it materialized as a byproduct of these events happening the way they did. It's hard to imagine the league without David Stern, the 3-point shot, its biggest superstars and its most famous coach.
Be glad that we had each of these four things, or we might be in need of a time-traveling DeLorean, Doc Brown and 1.21 gigawatts of electricity.
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