A bunch of new information is coming out regarding the details of the big Celtics-Nets trade, and it seems like everyone in Brooklyn has Paul Pierce to thank for the deal. According to multiple sources, Pierce had to initially talk Kevin Garnett into the trade. During a 90 minute phone conversation, Pierce revealed that he had to persuade KG to waive his no-trade clause, and it was only after that that the deal could go through. So for everyone in Niet land, rejoice. If not for Paul Pierce, you would never have the best team in the 2007 NBA.
The ESPYS aired last night, hosted of course by the brilliant and “always seems to be doing it right” Jon Hamm. And now add this to that title – Menudo Hero Status. Because he took a BIG swing at Dwight Howard last night, and the thing landed like a missile. He gets him so good even Dwyane Wade can’t help but giggle. Well done, Hamm. Maybe now they’ll put you up to host an awards show that means a little more next – like the Kids Choice Awards. (via terez)
Mavs owner and sharktank chum churner Mark Cuban is in full spin mode today, trying to convince everyone that his team is better off without Dwight Howard. And while I agree with him – because my coed kickball team is better off without Dwight – the only person he should really be trying to convince is himself. Via ESPNDallas:
“I think we’ve put ourselves in a spot where we’re in a better spot than we were at if we got just the one max-out deal. I think it’d be better shorter and longer term. I don’t want to make that sound the wrong way. I think we’ll be better this year because we added five good players or more.”
Missing out on every big free agent DOES have its advantages…he’s now free to sign every mediocre “not gonna win us a game” player he wants. It’s like a pu pu platter of suck, and Mark’s allowed to double dip. Let’s keep Cubes away from the sharp objects for a while, shall we? (pic source @thenbalatest)
Iman Shumpert is living life right now, folks. Haven’t seen the high top fade since Kid n Play? He’s got you. Oh, but you wanted it multicolored? All over it. Missing parachute pants you say? Done and fucking done. But how about wearing it in CHINA? When’s the next flight, he says. Boom.
If Jim Dolan ends up trading this guy, I’m going to New York myself and slapping the beard off his turkey necked face. Let’s keep one guy on the Knicks who’s worth having, shall we?
I guess since the ESPYS are happening tonight, videos like these are going to start trickling in from all corners. Which is, um, good. I guess. Seriously ESPN, let’s just stick to what you’re good at, alright? Multicolored cookie cutter hosts who say nothing interesting and try to be as generically bland as mediumly possible. “Those Guys Have All The Fun” stopped being true when everyone stopped caring about those guys and it all stopped being fun. I’d say about 5 years ago.
This is a picture taken at the World Maccabi Games, and shows Amar’e Stoudemire posing with a fellow chosen one. The fashion sense is really what I’m focusing on here, as he’s normally got his shit together. Let’s count it off. That’s a St. Louis hat, a Canada shirt, and a New York Knicks contract. I’m not positive, but I also think those socks are made in China. Get it together, STAT. When World War 7 happens, you can’t be on every side of the fence. It’ll never save you from the zombie George Zimmerman clones.
Who remembers Country Grammar? Song came on at a bar the other night, and thing still bangs. To say that since then, Nelly has found other interests would be an understatement. Interests like steroids. Lots and lots of steroids. But hey, I’m not judging. If you want backney and shriveled balls, who am I to stop it. To each his own. But the guy does make some good points about this Lakers mess being Kobe’s fault, at least partially. And that means dude’s got some of my respect back. Tell it Nells! Hooooot shit! (via terez)
No, not that Bobby Brown. Not the one who killed Whitney, though that’s just my prerogative. He’s a backup guard who played in Italy last year and scored a shit ton of points. But since that’s vaguely whatever and I didn’t feel like looking up what he looks like, I’m going with that workout pic above, which is totally tasteful and thought provoking. It makes me think of summer in Milan. With the wind in my hair, a glass of wine wafting through my nostrils. And booty. Tight, heart-stopping booty.