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Re: How did Garnett not get a "T"?
I actually like listening to him, not because he's good...it's just funny how much of a homer he is. As someone else said, basically fans who are allowed to call the game.Comment
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I have no problem with homers on local TV. It is the national guys that drive me crazy.
Tommy Heinson was not nearly as much of a homer in the 80's on CBS. He was actually pretty good.
When I got to a Boston game early in Cleveland I was hanging out around court and Tommy came up and I got a strong scent of scotch! I think somebody enjoys a little of grandpas special medicine before he does games!!!Comment
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Re: How did Garnett not get a "T"?
So did anybody love how he just about did it again(not the same exact thing he did before)and not get T'd up.#RespectTheCultureComment
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Okay...how long before someone just beats the crap out of KG?
Watching Sportscenter, after he caught an alley over Randolph Morris, KG mouths clearly, "The f's wrong with you?"
I want someone to just clobber this dude.
I'm sick of all the praise he gets for "caring" so much. He's a fraud and a puss.Comment
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KG changed Boston and the Celtics. He's the second best (arguably the best but I gotta go Pierce) player on the best team and the defending champs in the NBA.
I was at the game against Toronto, I saw him waving his finger, and the crowd exploded. Isn't it still a game for the fans? Calderon stood up for himself, probably didn't give a nut to be honest, and it's in game trash-talking, one-on-one. That's legit stuff, it's not like trash-talking in interviews and after games and stuff.
He is ten times nuttier live.Comment
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Some other player should copy the EXACT same thing that KG did, and let's see if that player gets a T.
That said, I loved seeing that, lol.Last edited by 23bluesman; 11-13-2008, 11:32 AM.Comment
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It ain't the fact that it's "nuttier live" or legit. It's the fact that he's clearly getting a pass on something that about 95% of the players would never get. But again because it's KG and everybody loves his little story or whatever and the league still in awe over his "emotion" he showed in Game 6 of the Finals, we let it go.
Like someone mentioned earlier, Tim Duncan laughs while on the BENCH, we T him up instantly, but KG clearly taunting an opponent, continue playing as if it didn't happen.#RespectTheCultureComment
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Re: How did Garnett not get a "T"?
It sounds like an official's problem, this just turned into a KG bash for some reason.Comment
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Re: How did Garnett not get a "T"?
Posted by Kevin Arnovitz.
There's a fantastic moment toward the end of the third quarter of Monday night's Boston-Toronto game. The Celtics have trailed by as many as 15 in the period, and now they're mounting a run. Kevin Garnett nails a jumper from about 18 feet to cut it to six. The building, which has been hushed most of the night, erupts. Garnett is now wired. He begins to clap emphatically, which stokes the crowd ever more. Garnett then decides, unilaterally, that he wants to guard the ball. Rajon Rondo drops back deferentially, allowing Garnett to cover Jose Calderon as the Toronto point guard brings the ball up-court. Garnett towers over Calderon, clapping in his face and pointing at him all the way up the floor. Somehow, though, Garnett's antics aren't offensive. They're more theatrical than combative. Or, more precisely, it's combat through theater.
That's precisely the kind of distinction Free Darko concerns itself with in The Marcrophenomenal Pro Basketball Almanac. While the Toronto broadcasting team was calling for a technical foul on Garnett, FreeDarko would probably deny that Garnett was guilty of poor sportsmanship. At the same time, FD wouldn't be so reductive as to dismiss the episode as just 'KG being KG.' Garnett's performance here is an expression of something larger. "Garnett embodies the ideal that a man can become bigger than the battles he fights," writes FreeDarko in its chapter on Garnett. It's that idealism that guides both Garnett and FreeDarko on matters of basketball.
FreeDarko's almanac revels in these kinds of nuances. The book is an academic survey that elevates pro basketball's pop to poetry. The prose is intentionally esoteric and will be a deal breaker for some -- but a revelation for others. For junkies who revel in taxonomies, the mythical classifications are a thing of beauty. Those who embrace the more cerebral elements of the pro game, the symbol-rich FreeDark Style Guide will delight. And for those who love the transmission of big ideas through graphic art, the illustrations are eye candy.
The book opens with a foreword by Gilbert Arenas (with requisite Gilbertish whimsy), followed by "The Free Darko Manifesto." Like much of what FreeDarko does, the manifesto conveys self-importance with a wink. The basketball polis is asked to "discount mere wins and losses" because the true life of the game resides in a less binary narrative; we should "embrace the primacy of the individual," because the most compelling subjects are the game's personalities -- not the teams, which are mere constructs of ownership, GMs, and coaches. It's this Pentecostal view of the NBA that makes FreeDarko's work so infectious. In their world, NBA Superstars reveal themselves to you without any filters.FreeDarko book
And in Macrophenomenal, they reveal themselves as creatures of myth. The book's primary core is a series of short biographies bundled in chapters, each with an archetypal header. Chapter One is "Master Builders" (Kobe Bryant, Tim Duncan, Kevin Garnett); Chapter Two is "Uncanny Peacocks" (Gilbert Arenas, Gerald Wallace & Josh Smith, Leandro Barbosa); The almanac also leaves room for "Lost Souls" like Tracy McGrady and "Phenomenal Tumors" like Stephon Marbury. Each player is assigned a spirit animal and has their skill set animated through the Style Guide.
These profiles -- some less formulaic than others -- are really just vehicles for Macrophenomenal's best features: An intoxicating collection of cool charts and graphs, rich illustrations, and ingenious sub-features. Inside Macrophenomenal, you'll find a paper trail of faux job applications and visa requests from the likes of Isaiah Rider and Robert "Tractor" Traylor. You'll also be drawn to an illustrated analysis of Lamar Odom's Facial Action Coding. How about Stephen Jackson's mayoral campaign platform? Or the lunar cycles of Ron Artest? Or "Marbury Parcheesi"?
Macrophenomenal is a beautiful collision of the textual and the visual, and an array of stimuli this wild demands repeat viewing. When I first cracked Macrophenomenal, I was reminded of the first time I opened up a copy of Might Magazine in 1995. I knew there was absolutely no way I'd digest everything I'd want from the magazine in one sitting. It was too conceptual. But that was its beauty -- just as it is for Macrophenomenal. You know there will be something new to absorb the hundredth time you read the thing.
Macrophenomenal is fraught with irony and an academic's self-deprecation (We're Geeks!), so it's hard to offer sincere critiques, but there are a couple. The manifesto maintains that "the appeal of the individual Players transcends the boundaries between Teams," and implies that people who root for teams are engaged in some crude brand of tribalism. But this is wrong. If you apply enough mental dexterity as a fan, you can be both a partisan and a FreeDarkoite. It isn't easy, but a fan's home or chosen team can offer a firm basis from which to view the Association. The stickier dilemma is how FreeDarko ascribes supernatural attributes and a hyper-complexity to these guys as if they were comic book heroes. I realize it's an artistic exercise, but to endow them with this level of soulfulness can seem dishonest on occasion. FreeDarko's hagiography can get a little creepy at times. But I suppose that's the measure of good myth -- it defies the earthly in favor of something much more improbable. Just like an NBA Superstar.Concrete evidence/videos pleaseComment
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