As much as I used to abuse the word, I have to admit that “soft”, a word that is common parlance among the NBA-initiated, exists in a peculiarly basketball-related stratosphere of sports. In the world of a more violent, well defined sport such as football, the word would simply never be uttered by the sport’s fans, as inherent toughness is as accepted of a standard as any, slightly behind steroid usage and general hugeness. Still, the word has earned such power in the context of today’s NBA; any player above the height of 6’7″ must immediately be measured by its twofold rubric, and those who fail find themselves on an endless path back toward respectability, generally only concluded with rings (and even Pau Gasol still hears that noise). The emasculation apparent in the designation does not go by idly, as Chris Bosh likely nightly attempts to wash away the stink of being the NBA’s “RuPaul” with wads of money and Cuban girls. For the others not so fortunate to be as, well, good as Bosh, “softness” just festers, leading to gross overreactions to prove the possession of male genitalia or post-retirement flurries about the softness of some team that actually still plays basketball. In sports, machismo rules all, and in a sport where most of that magical trait has to be displayed through hand gestures after made shots and chest-puffery, it has led to a mostly useless term intended to mock those without the requisite amount of said machismo, even the best of players. And Dirk Nowitzki is most certainly among the best of players. Read More
The season’s over for the Rockets. Free Darko’s calling it a movement. The lovely pollinated/uted Spring of South-East Texas is giving way to its brutal bludgeon of a relative that keeps most of us locked in our refrigerators, I mean homes, from May until October. LCD Sound System played its last show. All manner of students and teachers are preparing for the excitement of not seeing each other for a few months, and the tall-socked pageantry of America’s formerly favorite past-time is revving its carbureted engine for another go around the proverbial track. I’m a year older, and, presumably, so is everyone else.
So what can we say we’ve learned from this season, this year, this time we’ve spent watching giants run and jump and chase after an inflated leather ball instead of with our girlfriends, our wives, our responsibilities?
Monday, 7:30pm CST @ Toyota Center
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“The key to this business is personal relationships.” Dicky Fox, “Jerry Maguire.”
It’s recruiting season for sports agent, Austin Walton. While driving to his next recruiting stop, via phone, Walton described his hectic travel schedule to me. His itinerary was similar to a professional athlete – visit major cities along the West Coast for a few days and then the following week, hit cities on the East Coast. Read More