Dunkin'...

I know tomorrow is "sports day" but I just uploaded this video of my boy Bobby throwing down last week. He's 31 years old and can jump higher than I could when I was 18.



-Swami

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I know most of you don't care about basketball or even basketball shoes, but you all can understand how the release of the Jordan XX3 is going to be a huge deal. For those of you who hate Nike as well as their overpriced shoes at least I can say they are working on "going green."

• AIR JORDAN XX3 is the first basketball shoe in Nike's history to be designed according to Nike Considered ethos.
• The design of the AIR JORDAN XX3 minimizes waste and use of solvent based cements.
• Outsole uses environmentally preferred rubber that reduces toxics and incorporates Nike Grind material from footwear outsole manufacturing waste.
• The construction of the shoe emphasizes the use of environmentally preferred materials.

This is one of the hottest Jordan designs we've seen so far.



















I'll drop more information on these when the release date gets closer.

I'm not Jay Bilas, but . . .

why does "our" basketball team have to suck so much??? We've sucked** since the mid-nineties. At what point can I adopt another college basketball team as my own? I've stuck with them through Brian Ellerbe, "Peanut" aka Reed Baker, Avery Queen, Gavin Groninger, Maize Rage, Tommy "Turtleneck" Amaker, a loss to Harvard, Josh Asselin, "Soft Serve" aka Courtney Simms, and Dommanic Ingerson. The worst would have to be the year we lost to Duke at Cameron Stadium. (Yeah I know, we lose every time we play there) Let me help to jog your memory, it was the year that the Duke fans actually cheered for us the first time we scored. At that point the score was 36 to 2 in favor of Duke.

The image above pretty much sums it up. Are the marketing people at Michigan so desperate this is the only thing they can come up with? It's like winning the "Shit Scooper of the Year" award. It doesn't matter how much you try to dress it up, you're still getting an award for shoveling other people's shit.

The worst thing of all is that every year they get my hopes up only to dash them by losing nine of their last twelve games to miss the NCAA Tourney and end up in the NIT. I'll give it one more year. If it doesn't work I'm going to take an online one credit correspondence course at Kansas, UCLA, or North Carolina. I just can't take much more . . .

~Viggy

**I really wish I could think of a word better then "sucked." I don't even think that begins to describe how terrible we've been.

Who Is The Real R-Kelly of Basketball?

Hmm. I do wonder.

Folks, one of my good friends/co-bloggers "Swami-Says" or "Viggy" will go down in history as the R-Kelly of basketball. Right now, it's a toss-up and it's up to you to decide which one of them fits the bill. But let's review the facts, shall we? On one hand,

• Swami-Says penned a song called "You Remind Me (of Rasheed)" that he sings to girls on karaoke night. And in case you were wondering, this goes over extremely well with the ladies. The lyrics go like this:

• You remind me of something I just can't think of what it is
  
  [1] - You remind me of Rasheed, You cry like a baby,
  You know I like that sound, I wanna give you a tissue,
  Girl you look just like my gym floor, I wanna wax it
  And something like my technical foul
  I wanna get fined for $10,000, baby

• Swami-Says's also eats, sleeps and sharts basketball and yells out "LET IT RAIN" when the weather turns funky. (copyright Phillip Seymour Hoffman in Along Came Polly)
  
• Swami-Says implores a traveling mural/alter, as well as dedicated apartment space to "The Bad Boys" and their short shorts-wearing team.

On the other hand,

• Viggy has a propensity to continuously declare that he is "tired of playing" or does "not feeling like playing" and then forgoes all else to play pickup basketball 8 out of 7 days a week come hell or high water. He once explained to me the failure of his words and actions to congeal by saying, and I quote, "Kris, my minds telling me no-000. But my body. My booooody's tellin' me yea-eah!!"
• Viggy also has the penchant for soliciting support for books, utilizing the undeniable logic that says 'if the author has a wicked jump shot, his or her book must be good.' I simply can't argue with that.

Now it's up to you readers to decide. Sound off on our message board and let me know who the real sultan of basketball love truly is.

~Brown Guy

PS. I realize that it's "on" now. Sux.

PPS. One of the funniest lines ever put to screen is that old woman on the Chappelle Show who uttered, "that's my Robert. Always peeing on people." Indeed.

I still contend I'm not addicted to basketball . . . but this is too good

Fellow blogger Brown Guy has proposed (at least five times in the past two days) that I have a serious basketball addiction. I've always denied this and I was planning to use this blog to develop a few solid proofs that show I'm not. Then last night happened. I had a rec league basketball game at 9:15 and because I didn't check my phone or email after 5:00 I didn't find out until 8:30 that we would only have four people showing up. On the way to the game I was informed that in addition we had to win the game to make the playoffs. Since I don't want to get bore anyone with details I'll jump to the end of the story . . . we won a 40 minute game playing 4 on 5. I've never been a part of anything like it. I can't say that we played particularly well or that the other team was particularly terrible (Although, given their performance, I'm sure it wouldn't be hard to make that argument) but we won by five and led at one point in the second half by 15. I should also note that we only had one player over 6 feet tall. I honestly don't know what else to say. I'm kind of at a loss. I've never even heard of anything like that happening. I know I would have to strongly consider giving up basketball if I lost to a team playing with four guys against five. Before you start making judgements about the quality of the other team let me tell you that four of the guys apparently played high school basketball with a member of our team. (Although as I pointed out on the ride home high school was over ten years ago. More on this subject later.) Thoughts? Has something like this ever happened to anyone else?