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four Lambda Literary Awards. His next novel is Walt Loves the
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Playoff Notes
A Verdict on Kobe’s Greatness, Bedtime Stories and Who’s Calling
Whom Gay
By Randy Boyd
For Outsports.com
Lately,
more often than not, Kobe Bryant has demonstrated nothing
short of superhuman ability and concentration on the court. Night
after night he’s performed at a level than can best be described as
Jordanesque Or Beyond. Like Mike, Kobe competes on a level
most of us can’t relate to. Their thoroughly competitive spirit is
as much a part of their DNA as their sweat, and that spirit is not
confined to the hardwood. The beauty they create between the
baselines is merely the physical manifestation of their drive to be
successful human beings in as many aspects of their lives as
possible. Men like Kobe Bryant and Michael Jordan are
literally on top of their game in every way imaginable.
That
said, they are still men, and men do stupid things and sometimes
horrible things, like allegedly raping another human being.
But
watching Kobe carry his whining teammates on his back (not to
mention a couple of defenders) and watching him disappear into a
triple team, only to see his arms and the ball all emerge from the
conflict, oftentimes producing an incredulous basket at a most
crucial time--Ballin’ can’t help ranking the following three
potential Eagle, Colo., scenarios in the following order, from least
likely to most likely:
-
Bryant raped his accuser.
-
Bryant is the victim of a conspiracy
to bring down successful black men.
- Bryant’s
accuser is lying, for whatever reason.
Not
because Bryant is a great athlete, but because Bryant is a person
whose greatness within is on full throttle, and although men do
terrible, terrible things, it seems unlikely that Bryant, in his
physical and mental prime, a prime 99% of the population can’t even
imagine existing, committed rape on the night in question.
In other non-Kobe, playoff-related
items ...
But Does Bird Need Anger
Management?
Ron
Artest is the new Larry Bird. They have similar
builds, the same broad bodies and shoulders (OK, Artest has twenty
times the bulk), and the same semi-awkward gracelessness. More
importantly, their heads are in the game every single tick of the
clock. They embarrass lazy passers, guys loafing back on defense and
players who stop before the whistle tells them to. Neither man
possesses the fluid movements of say, Paul Pierce or
James Worthy. Nor do Artest or Bird have the greatest
inside games facing the basket. But what they both know how to do is
use their bodies to their advantage, to draw a foul or snake around
a defender’s torso (as opposed to his whole body) and clear just
enough space on the court (usually in places not obvious to the rest
of us) to get off a funky shot reminiscent of the peach bucket days.
Not pretty but who gives a shoe?
Watching the Pacers’ tamed(?) bad boy is as enjoyable as watching
the ole Bird. It’s almost as if ... if Bird were black and had
muscles worthy of Black Workout 44 ... or if Artest sounded
like a masculine Gomer Pyle and wore a Celtic green
jersey ... or if Bird had destroyed a $100,000 digital camera at
Madison Square Garden ...
But Is Garnett Really Gay? Can You Tell Us That?
Thank
God that Nuggets rookie Francisco Elson has seen the
light and is no longer homophobic. One night he’s calling
Minnesota’s Kevin Garnett “gay” after some very
physical (and personal) playoff-level fouls. The very next day Elson
is
issuing apologies
to Denver’s gay and lesbo community and declares, “I have learned a
valuable lesson.”
What
lesson has he learned so hastily, we wonder? Keep your homophobic
comments to yourself so it doesn’t mess with your wallet or your
mojo? Or that your words and actions can hurt people that you
don’t even know? And maybe you shouldn’t go around mouthing off
disparaging remarks that reflect negatively upon any entire
group of people because you don’t know that entire group of people,
and you couldn’t possibly say or think anything--positive or
negative--that reflects an entire population anyway? MEMO TO ALL OF
US: Substitute “homophobic” for the group you have an issue with and
see where that gets you.
Everything you need to know about Playoff Games 3 and 4.
As
former NBC and current Blazers announcer Snapper Jones
stresses, basketball is a game of momentum and runs. Never is that
more evident than in the playoffs, where momentum and runs are as
crucial as defense and home court advantage. But it helps to realize
some of the natural born elements that affect the flow of any
playoff series.
For
instance, the team hosting the first two games typically goes up 2-0
and all looks sweaty and swell. In reality--and champions know
this--they’ve only done what they needed to do: win at home.
Expect
Game 3 to go the way of the team down 0-2. They have everything to
lose and on most nights, the NBA team with more to lose wins. Their
crowd will be bouncing off the rafters. The cum towels will be
waving. The bells and whistles will be thunderous, especially in the
opening minutes. This is where Jones emphasizes: “They need to just
withstand this run and emotion.”
Champions remain calm, realize what’s going on and don’t get caught
up. Good coaches and team leaders go a long way here. Others go
home. A few 2-0 teams can hold back the charge and go up 3-0 after
Game 3, but these days, there are too many very good players on too
many teams for this to happen often. Plus, playas do have a thing
called pride and it ain’t all ’bout da benjamins.
So the
series is 2-1 now and then comes one of the most exciting events in
sports: Game 4, after which the series will be 3-1 and all but over
or 2-2 and all but started. Some of the best NBA games come out of
Game 4, the most pivotal game other than Game 7.
Bedtime Stories with Special Effects
Shaquille O’Neal made a great point in an interview on
TNT: when a car hits a brick wall at a hundred miles an hour, the
car bounces back and is in terrible shape, but the wall is still
standing there, so it looks like the wall hit the car; but in
reality, the car hit the wall.
To
replicate the impact, Shaq punched his hand without warning and with
the speed of Ali in his prime. The force of his massive fist
pounding into the massive palm of his massive claw was so powerful,
there was flinching all around Ballin’ headquarters, even
when knowing the fist was coming again and again on TIVO.
Shaq
ended his lesson to those of us not weighing two tons of muscle with
a mystical--borderline fabulous--smile, and said (as if he were
summing up a mystery to children): “That’s physics.”
Mass. Muscles. Charm. Wit. Success.
Large jock strap. Any reason not to want to date this man, were he
single, gay and available with a profile and a pic?
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