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Black Man Discovers Hockey; Mad That White People Have Been Hiding It
This is one of the funnier articles I’ve read in a while. Thank you to loyal reader Ryan West for alerting me to it. Twitter user @soloucity aka Tony X. was attempting to watch the St. Louis Cardinals game the other night. But when he tuned in to Fox Sports Midwest, he found the St. Louis Blues, in a Game 7 against the Chicago Blackhawks. Tony X is black, and had apparently never seen hockey before. But he loooooooved it, and live tweeted his experience:
I especially love when he accuses white people hiding it all these years:
Or when he found out there are black professional hockey players:
The Blues won, and hockey won Tony X over. He promises to live tweet the next round. I can’t wait. -TOB
Source: “Man Discovers Hockey, Loves It”, Samer Kalaf, Deadspin (04/26/2016)
PAL: Good find, TOB. His reaction to the goalie being pulled is my favorite. And – hey – anything’s better than watching the Cardinals.
John Daly Lives!
John Daly is a trainwreck, and has been for quite some time, but it looks like his reckless ways might be paying off. In a rather morbid tidbit, it sounds like golfer/Blue Blockers spokesperson Fuzzy Zoeller, whose judgement has never been the best, bet Daly 150K that he wouldn’t make it to 50 years old. Well, Daly just turned 50 this Thursday. Who’s got Fuzzy’s number? Rent’s due! – PAL
Source: “Report: Daly could collect $150K on bet to reach 50 years of age”, Josh Peter, USA Today (4/27/16)
TOB: Maaaaan, he would have been a great pick in our under-50 celebrity death pool. What an upset!
Brad Stevens is older than he looks – he turns 40 later this year, but could pass for about 30. 40 is still young for an NBA head coach, especially one with a resume like Stevens has. In 2010 and 2011, he took Butler, FRIGGIN BUTLER, to the National Championship game in back to back seasons, and damn near won it in 2010. I still feel like that Gordon Hayward shot should have gone in, and I’ll never forget watching it on a crappy TV in a dingy hostel in Buenos Aires with my brother Pat and my friend Ryan.
After that run, Stevens was an obvious rising star in the coaching ranks, and the Boston Celtics snatched him up. Stevens has managed to defy the odds. Unlike other college coaching stars who stumbled in the NBA – guys like Rick Pitino, John Calipari, and Tim Floyd – Stevens is a terrific NBA coach. He has an undermanned Celtics team in the playoffs for the second straight season. Success is great, of course. But what I love about Stevens is that he is the kind of coach that you would want to play for – that you’d want your kids to play for. He is smart, talented, instinctual, willing to listen and learn, and as Rajon Rondo put it: he’s not “an asshole.” Stevens proves you can be a great coach without screaming at your players. Imagine that. Ignore the hyperbole in the article’s title and enjoy. -TOB
Source: “Brad Stevens Could Be One of the Greatest Coaches Who Ever Lived”, Jackie McMullan, ESPN.com (04/26/2016)
PAL: “[T]he depleted Boston lineup set an NBA record for futility in the shot clock era by scoring just seven points in the first quarter of Game 2 and falling behind in the series 2-0. But some key adjustments from Stevens — among them elevating Jonas Jerebko to the starting lineup in Game 3 and unleashing defensive bulldog Marcus Smart on power forward Paul Millsap in Game 4 — has breathed new life into his fierce band of overachievers.”
I’m sure he’s a great coach, but wouldn’t a real X’s and O’s coach prevent his team from putting up 7 friggin’ points in a quarter of a playoff game? His team lost to Atlanta in this series, and – as Jackie Mac notes – he hasn’t yet won a playoff series. So let’s just pump the brakes a bit, shall we?
However, I do like the no-nonsense, non-a-hole approach. A simple sentence of truth – “that was a bullshit play” – doesn’t need to be done in plain sight with the cameras rolling. You can call someone out without putting him on blast. He also has the respect of coaches and players throughout the league. Seeing as I know next to nothing about basketball, I defer to LeBron and Popovich. Sounds like a straight-shooter with upper management written all over him.
TOB: Last line made me laugh.
That’s Mr. Dad to You
When I heard the Clippers traded for Austin Rivers last year, I thought, ‘It never ends.’ The Clippers coach is Doc Rivers, Austin’s dad, and it sounded so familiar, a move a summer coach makes – the hell with it; it’s my kid, I’m volunteering my time, so you’re damn right he’s hitting third and playing shortstop. It didn’t help that Austin was a borderline NBA player. Turns out, I was wrong:
“He and I don’t know each other like that. We know each other as strictly basketball. A lot of people on the outside don’t understand that because people think we have a relationship like every other father and son. We just don’t. That’s because he’s been gone my whole life, and that’s fine.”
I just…you can have the wealth and recognition. It actually reminds me of our Song of the Week from a couple posts back – Loudon Wainwright’s “Surviving Twin”. The thought of having a strictly professional relationship with my dad sounds like a miserable proposition. – PAL
Source: “Doc Rivers stays strong in eye of Clippers’ storm”, Arash Markazi, ESPN (4/28/16)
TOB: It certainly doesn’t make me like Doc Rivers anymore. I guess I just don’t get dads like this. Ok, fine, you travel a lot for work. But if you’re coaching in Boston, move the damn family to Boston. Don’t leave them in Florida, where you see them twice a season. And what about the summer? Why is an NBA coach not around with his kid all summer? Sounds like Doc never wanted to be a father, frankly.
Video of the Week
PAL Song of the Week: John Lennon – “Oh Yoko”. Check out all of our picks below. It’s pretty, pretty, pretty…pretty good.
“Well, I generally come in at least 15-minutes late. I use the side door – that way Lumbergh can’t see me. And after that I just sort of space out for an hour…Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I’m working.”
– Peter Gibbons