Now as a Hornet, there are no expectations to make the team an immediate title contender. There are no Hollywood signs. There is no big city atmosphere with media pressure. There is no hometown fan casting wild thoughts about the local kid bringing unheard of success to the franchise. This is Charlotte. and fans don't want Howard to be a savior. They don't need him to be.
Because there is no off-season.
The Big Dance never really gives us a true champion. Occasionally the best team wins it all, but is a one-and-done format really the best way to determine who really the best team in the land is? That’s why it’s time for the NCAA to mix it up. That’s right. No more March Madness. Or at least not the way it is now.
His sons are the literal sun he orbits around. He’s focused on their basketball skills and getting them prestige and, yes, money. Lavar Ball is focused on building a brand. We are all aware of branding and how essential it is for companies these days. Has Papa Ball blurred the line between parent and agent?
The 2013-14 NBA MVP just left one of the top four teams in the league to play on one of the top two teams in the league. And you should be mad at him. Really, really mad. At least that's what many NBA fans would say. Stephen A. Smith would agree. Kevin Durant is no longer a buzzing hero carrying a small market franchise. No, KD is a villain.
Johnny Football isn't there. At least not yet. And by not yet you might as well assume he never will be. Manziel has transformed from life as an annoying football player oozing arrogance to national sports punchline. But we're getting close...too close...to seeing the end of what has been a terrible joke. We're literally watching Johnny Manziel die.
What I didn't understand then, or even days later, and even months and years later, is that the same day I watched a pinnacle moment in one sport take place, one of the most devastating and tragic events was taking place in Daytona. Just a few channel clicks on the 32 inch Applebee’s TV, we would've watched something unthinkable happen.
I get it. You’ve just come off a weekend of finalizing your Halloween costume, carving pumpkins, and feasting on fantastic football games (Sorry #FSUTwitter). The last thing you’re thinking about is the fact that NBA basketball tips off on Tuesday, and (gasp!) you’re not sure exactly what to watch for. Never fear…here is a simple rundown of every team, what to watch for, what to ignore, and a crazy stupid prediction for each Eastern Conference team. Let’s rank them from worst to first, ok?
get it. You’ve just come off a weekend of finalizing your Halloween costume, carving pumpkins, and feasting on fantastic football games (Sorry #FSUTwitter). The last thing you’re thinking about is the fact that NBA basketball tips off on Tuesday, and (gasp!) you’re not sure exactly what to watch for. Never fear…here is a simple rundown of every team, what to watch for, what to ignore, and a crazy stupid prediction for each team. Let’s rank them from worst to first, ok?
"But Miske used the skills God gave him to make ends meet: he bawled his fists and thrashed opponent after opponent in the ring. His style was orthodox; not sexy, not flashy, but quick and decisive. Each jab, each hook, each uppercut was thrown with purpose, whether they landed or not. In preparation for each fight, Miske would literally punch himself in his own jaw 10 times a day. "
The shortened video many of us saw months back of Ray Rice dragging his unconscious then fiancée from a casino elevator seemed damning enough for a certain lengthy suspension for Rice if not time in jail. The fact Rice confessed to knocking his lover out cold a la Heavyweight boxing style all but cemented a harsh sentence from Goodell.
But this, this is America. Home of the free and disingenuous. The brave and the cowardly feeble. Home of innocent not until proven guilty, but guilt proven via videotape.
If you love something, anything at all, there are moments you remember about it. If you love cars, you remember the first time you get behind the wheel of some rusted old clunker handed down from your dad that to you felt like a brand new Cadillac. If you love to hunt, you will never forget the exact moment you took down your first 12 point buck. My love has always been sports. The passion for it never gripped me more than in the magical fall of 1990.
Raw emotion can be a good thing. It shows our humanity and our vulnerability. It opens us up to the world, showing our own flaws and imperfections. It mirrors our true selves.
However, raw emotion can be turned into a bad thing, especially when it’s done in a post-game interview right after you’ve beaten a huge rival to get a shot at a Super Bowl title.