Bret Hart vs Shawn Michaels, The Rock vs Stone Cold, Troy Hudson , Marc Gasol’s diet, some choice words for Stan Van Gundy, and why James Harden is the David Spade of the NBA.
None of us have contracts to play ball professionally. None of us played college or high school ball. None of us had coaching stints at any level. We do love basketball, though. We are the first round draft picks as fans. We deserve max contracts. We are the real MVPs in the living room, drinking beer, watching games, talking about the games we are watching, the games we watched yesterday, and the games we are planning to watch tomorrow.
There are thousands like us living that basketball life, on and off the court. This podcast is about that life. Sit back, grab a brew and join the never-ending discussion about the best damn sport in the world. Continue reading
As a Bay Area kid in the early 90’s, it was easy to root for the home teams. The Giants had Barry Bonds, a superstar outfielder who would go on to hit *the most home runs in a single season*. The 49ers were perennial contenders for the playoffs, winning 5 titles, the last one being in 1994. The Warriors? Different story.
After winning one title in Boston, and doing KG things in Brooklyn (see: Dwight Howard headbutt), KG is back to where it all started. But where’s Wally? Hoiberg? Spree?
Through the years, several NBA players have temporarily traded their jerseys for the ever-so fashionable Santa Claus outfit. But who wore it best? Matt Bonner would be perfect though. Merry Christmas!
Who needs a reindeer when Birdman can fly?
Whenever you’re in a pick-up game, there will always be regular-looking fellows, guys who look like they don’t belong on the court. They’re either wearing a t-shirt instead of a jersey or sporting a bagong-gising look. But actually, they are the guys you need to watch out for aside from the obvious stud on the opposing team. If you disregard them, which you’ll likely do mainly because of their appearance, your team will probably lose.
Coming up with team names in fantasy basketball leagues is an exercise in stupidity. From lame puns (Cannot Faried), to self-deprecating (#PuntYear), to downright lewd (Spankwire), team names are the reason why fantasy owners absolutely cannot be real team owners.
We’ve all dreamed of taking the last shot at the buzzer, making it, and posing for the thousands in attendance. But not all of us will have that chance. Writer and liga legend Dinjo Constantino explains why that dream should be kept alive. And how.
