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Dallas Moves On To NBA Finals

Dirk Nowitzki is pretty good at basketball.  He’s also very tall and that helps sooo much in this game.  In fact, you’ll find that most basketball players are taller than everyone else, a tradition going back to when Bill Russell entered the league and never let anyone else touch the ball again. This moment of clarity for basketball coaches everywhere would open up a lot of opportunities for tallies, and the game would all of the sudden become watched by people.

Who knew? Thank you, tall people, and thank you Dirk for doing some awesome stuff this postseason. 48 points the other night and… highest point scoring total in the fourth quarter in the last 10 NBA postseasons. That makes him King of the Tallies, people.

Of course, others on his team like Jason Kidd, Shawn Marion and Jason Terry do some stuff, too, and Jason Kidd has been around so long his name has become the definition of irony, I think. I’m not sure what the definition is, but if nothing else, it makes me giggle.

The argument I heard the other day is something along the lines of how Dirk stuck with his team and now it’s paying off vs. the “Lebron easy way out super team move” and how Dirk did the right thing.  Except… the Dallas Mavericks haven’t won a title yet.

LeBron took a bad team to the Finals, he just lost. Love him or hate him, he was the Cavs and singlehandedly took them to the end. And now, he seemingly takes over games whenever he wants to and can’t be stopped. As my son said yesterday, his defense is almost as awesome as his offense.  He’s also right now bringing it in the clutch against the best defensive team in the NBA  and shutting down the Bulls’ most effective player in the fourth quarter. In other words, ladies and gentleman, I think LeBron James is starting to blossom now and it ain’t pretty for the rest of the league.

To me, it seems he’s starting to get the feel for when it’s LeBron time and when it’s not. He seems to be learning how to run this team and while, as a team, they are not as well-oiled as Dallas, his enormous talent and play-making on both ends of the court is not something for which you can prepare.

Of course, Miami hasn’t moved past the Bulls, but I like to state my predictions as facts and then when it doesn’t happen the way I said it, I’ll never mention it again.

Now that we understand one another, I’m going to say that it will be the Heat and the Mavs in the 2011 NBA Finals. And then we’re going to hear about the whole “LeBron vs. Dirk vs. staying vs. leaving” discussion for at least 4 games. I’ll want to punch everyone for not shutting up about it, but most of them will be far too large and I’ll just have to sit on my hands. Unless Marv Albert says something. I think I could take Marv even though he’s a biter.

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Why I Love the Tampa Bay Lightning

Maria Melee is a writer, web designer and overall master of the digital world. She caught our eye on Twitter, won our hearts with one of the best personal blogs online, and kept them for life when we found out that she loved hockey as much as we do. We like that in a girl, and are honored to feature this diehard Tampa fan in our latest installment of Why I Love

When I was tiny, my dad used to let me stay up past my bedtime to watch the Bruins play.  I’d stand up and put my hand over my heart while Rene Rancourt sang the National Anthem and sometimes Canada’s anthem.  (I had a weird crush on him.  No lie.)  I was a Bruins fan, through and through.

In 1992, when I was twelve, we got our own team.  A hockey team in Florida, which is like a bobsled team in Jamaica, but cooler.  Because we have psychotic Southern fans.

The Tampa Bay Lightning started playing in a tiny Expo Hall in Tampa at the fairgrounds.  In 1994, they moved to my hometown and started playing in a gigantic stadium dubbed The Thunderdome.  That coincided with me rounding the bend into teenager-dom and becoming 110% boy crazy.

I lived and breathed hockey. I went to nearly every home game. General admission tickets were less than $10.  My mom would drop me off before the game, and my best friend and I would buy cheap seats and sneak down to the good ones during the practice before the game.  We sat along the boards.  We sat directly next to the penalty box.  We collected pucks and sticks.  We painted our faces and made signs and started the wave and tried to get on the Jumbotron.  I attended one of those charity events and skated around with the players and nearly died of infatuation.  I was for-effing-real in love with #39, Enrico Ciccone, the badass defenseman who kind of looked like Casey Jones from the Ninja Turtles.

My jersey is signed by the entire roster of the 95-96 team, including the coach Terry Crisp and commentator Bobby “The Chief” Taylor.  (My friend and I would stalk the players’ exit after the games.  We were such nutballs.) When we went to the playoffs that season, I was at the game that for years held the highest attendance record in the NHL with over 28,000 fans.

On the very last game in the Thunderdome, we hopped the fences half an hour after the game and ran across center ice to sit on the bench.  I can only imagine that the security guards took pity on the two tall, nerdy girls having a complete spaz attack over sitting where the actual players had sat.  That night, we ended up wandering to the locker room and standing around with the players’ wives and kids.  To this day, I have no idea how we managed to pull that off.

Then the lockout happened and the Lightning never seemed to bounce back.  Shit happened. I graduated high school and left for college and rarely went to games anymore.

My team sucked. But they were still my team.

Then, in 2002, things turned around for the Lightning.  We picked up Vinny Lecavalier and my all time hockey crush of the universe, Marty (the hockey hobbit) St. Louis, and we started making noise again.

In 2004, the year I got married, my boys went to the playoffs.  On the day I got married, I kept running downstairs from the reception to the bar to check the score.  The next morning, we left on a cruise out of Tampa.  It basically turned into the Hockey Shenanigans cruise, with a crew full of Canadians and a whole bunch of Tampa Bay fans watching each game in the theater on the ship, shit talking and screaming and drinking.   I’ve never had so much fun ever, in my life.  My poor husband had no choice but to get dragged along in my frenzy.

The Stanley Cup finals went seven games.  By Game 7, we were back home in Gainesville.  I sat on my futon with my best dude friend and didn’t breathe for the entire game.  At one point when we scored, we screamed so loud my cat literally ran up the wall until he hit the ceiling. Shenanigans! Best night of my life!  God, it was amazing.

Now, as I round toward my seventh wedding anniversary, my boys are back in the playoffs.  They have to win tomorrow night against the Boston Bruins, the team I grew up cheering for.

They have to win tomorrow night.

And this time, I’ll be in the cheap seats in my 16-year-old Tampa Bay Lightning jersey.  And I will believe, and I will scream myself hoarse, and I will wonder when I got older than the players, and I will remember being a little girl in love with the tough guys on skates.

Let’s go Lightning.

Image courtesy of Maria.

Lakers Even Series Against Hornets 1-1: Bynum And Odom Dominate

Every so often, an athlete will climb into my ass and irritate the hell out of me. At one point, Favre topped the list of ass aggravation, but now Kobe Bryant is uncomfortably nestled in my rectum. When this happens, I pretty much shun all of my responsibilities in an attempt to remove said athlete from my anus, and this is pretty much how I do it.

Yesterday I wrote an article called, “Kobe Bryant Is a Punk.” It was in reference to his punkness, but more specifically his latest punky comments regarding Pau Gasol’s poor game 1 play:

“It’s one and two, it’s me and him. We’ve got to deal with it. When you get all the praise when things go your way, [you also] get all the blame when things don’t. It’s part of the seats we sit in.”

Now, Gasol handled it with grace and vowed to do better in game 2. He didn’t, and neither did Kobe, so I wonder how it’s possible that the Lakers won. Gasol and Kobe combined for a whopping 19 points, while Bynum and Odom scored at will. It seems that Kobe’s comments did nothing to motivate Gasol, but perhaps a couple of the other players responded to Kobe’s comments.

Lamar Odom, recipient of the 6th Man Of The Year Award, would have something to say to Mr. #1 and Mr. #2, and Bynum clearly decided it was time to assert his dominance.

Kobe would try to take over a couple of times, and that seemingly resulted in what was a widening Lakers lead to consistently dwindle.  After the Lakers being down 22-16 in the 1st quarter, Kobe would take a seat, the Lakers would surge to a 12 point lead, Kobe would return, get stuffed on two attempts and the lead would be down to 6 points by halftime.

As I think of the great Lakers teams in recent years, I think we can spread some credit around. For instance, Phil Jackson. Phil Jackson has rings for his toes. Shaquille O’Neal in his prime would be another example of someone who helped out a little. Robert Horry was perhaps the greatest clutch 3-point shooter of all time, and Derek Fisher has been and still is one of the most dangerous and consistent clutch players in the NBA.  Add that Lamar Odom has been invaluable to this team’s most recent success, you can chronicle the Kobe years and  always point to a solid, well-coached team of professionals who have been bigger than any one man. Regardless of that, Kobe believes, and wants you to believe, that he is everything to a team that sometimes seems to function better without him.

Sure, Kobe played great defense on Chris Paul. So did everyone who covered him. I believe it was Kobe’s job to challenge the 3 Paul drained at the end of the 1st half, which he might have done had he not been twelve feet away. Paul wasn’t scoring when Kobe wasn’t playing, so I’m removing credit for replacing others who were doing the same job or better.

In my post yesterday, I said Kobe wasn’t helping. I was wrong. Clearly, publicly condemning a teammate and marginalizing everyone else on your team is a fabulous way to motivate everyone else on your team. What better way is there to get someone to perform than telling him he doesn’t matter? I’ve read about it, just never seen it applied so effectively.

Now that Gasol has had another poor game after vowing not to, I think it’s safe to say that he’s a lying foreigner and I fully expect Kobe to chastise him for his blatant dishonesty and clear unwillingness to help Kobe win by himself.

I might have disagreed with that logic before, but the genius behind it has inspired an idea. This might be the key ingredient to a utopian society of win. Let’s adjust it to make it applicable to everyone and put the Kobe motivational concept to the world.

You’ll need a whipping boy… someone who is already down on himself and though conventional logic would tell you to lift this person up and not kick him, publicly kick the shit out of that loser. This could be a friend, family member, co-worker… it’s up to you. Just make sure that this is a generally solid person who can be counted on, but forget all that “What you’ve done” and focus on “What have you done for me lately?”  This person has failed to match your awesome, and despite being an important part of your success to date must now be sacrificed for the greater good. This person will probably dislike you now, but the key to not allowing that to bother you is just being an asshole. Please copy the following and e-mail it to your address book:

Everybody, you suck.  My friend and I are the only ones who matter (you are not that friend). But to be honest, my friend (the one who matters and is not you) is being a suck-ass loser lately and if he doesn’t pull his head out of his ass, we will all fail.

(This inspirational message has been brought to you by the Kobe Bryant Association For A Better World.)

You Have A Ticket To The Super Bowl? Think Again!

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How mad would you be if you spent hundreds of dollars on a plane ticket to get to Dallas plus hundreds of dollars on a ticket to the Super Bowl and bam, I’m so sorry, you don’t have a seat? I’d be pretty mad. Actually, I’d be super pissed.

My friend Mike is having that experience right now. He was lucky enough to have a ticket bought for him by his family and as he was waiting with his dad and brothers to take his seat, the folks at the stadium announced: “I’m so sorry, the Fire Marshal has declared your whole section unsafe.”

These guys may be getting three times the face value of the tickets and the stadium is setting up an area for these fans to watch the game. However, they won’t be at the game, in the stadium.  Is the money worth it? My friend is just heartsick. They spent thousands of dollars to get to Dallas, they’ve been up since the middle of the night, because they are staying in a hotel two hours away.

I can’t even imagine how angry they are or what kind of a lawsuit is going to come of this, because you know someone is going to sue.

Update: Here’s a link to the breaking news

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NFL Championship Preview

If you’d have asked me two weeks ago, I would have told you that three of the four teams remaining in the NFL playoffs would be at home right now. I just wanted to tell you that so you know that everything else I say is completely irrelevant. Sure, I might sound like I know what I’m talking about, but I don’t. That said, let’s break down the final four with a bunch of meaningless information.

Keep in mind, all of this might as well be Mayan symbols of birds and shit as far as how it pertains to the outcome of this game. Because as I’ve learned, none of it means anything until they walk on the field and play.

Pittsburgh Steelers vs. NY Jets

I can say with some 78 percent assuredness that one of these teams is going to the Super Bowl.  If the Jets allow the Steelers to score as many points as the Patriots did, Pittsburgh should win this game.  Also, unlike Brady, Roethlisberger won’t curl up into a fetal position when the pass rush arrives. He’ll at least try to shake it off and make things happen.

The Steeler receivers match up well against the Jets’ secondary, and I believe Mike Wallace can beat both Revis and Cromartie. Rookies Antonio Brown and Emmanuel Sanders are hitting their strides and Ward won’t be stopped by anyone when you just have to have a first down. I think the Pittsburgh offense can handle the Jets D, but I can’t say the same of Mark Sanchez  and company vs. Troy Polamalu and James Harrison.

Obviously, the Jets can beat the Pittsburgh Steelers, but it’s not looking good. The Jets’ running game is a pivotal part of their offense, and the Steelers defense is not the Patriot or Colt defense. They are much, much nastier. Sanchez made some good throws last week, and some important throws. But he also made some horrible throws and I don’t believe he can afford to make those this weekend.

In my opinion, the Steelers will stuff Tomlinson and Greene, and Mark Sanchez will be forced to win this game. Against the Steelers defense, that’s a very tall order I don’t think Sanchez is ready to serve.

Of course, defense does win championships, and on paper, the Jets’ pass defense is better. Unfortunately, their quarterback isn’t. I think the Steelers take this one at home and put the Jets’ season to bed.

Green Bay Packers vs. Chicago Bears

Chicago is in big trouble. The mighty Aaron Rodgers makes the Bears’ rush defense about as useful as my Bowflex, and their 20th ranked pass defense won’t like what I think is about to happen to them.

The Bears enter this game with an enormous problem on their hands, as Rodgers is playing better football than anyone in the league right now, hands down. The last place in the world where you want to expose your secondary is in a game against this guy (or on Jenn Sterger’s phone).

Chicago will want to run the ball and control the clock, and I would like a house in the candy mountains with a chocolate fountain, a pegasus and cows in my yard that are already perfectly cooked steaks. I’d just walk out there and take some bites before taking a dip in the chocolate fountain, then falling back in my marshmallow bed. I have goals.

If the Bears get up early or stay within striking distance, they’ll be able to run the ball all day long. But if they’re playing catch-up and forced to rely on the turnover prone Cutler against the best passing defense left in the final four, Chicago’s going to have a very long day.

Now, forget everything you just read. It’s probably all very wrong, and I’m sorry to have wasted your time. Enjoy the games.

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