Sail on, Page 3
ESPN's Page 3 has to be the most worthless, uncomfortable attempt at fusion journalism I've ever seen. Take, for example,
They did, however, inform me
I'm trying really hard to find something to say about the Dunk Contest. It should be mildly interesting to see Josh Smith, since at this point I'm convinced that the Hawks have him sitting on a soundstage, endlessly rehearsing highlight-worthy plays that are then shipped to SportsCenter and passed off as game footage (a la the Bush adminstrations "reports" on health care). And it is in the spirit of all most blessed reliefs that we've send the end of the Jason Richardson era (that first-round dunk last year was too little, too late). Still, Amare, LeBron, Anderson. . . these are contextual dunkers. Most of the thrill comes from seeing that imposing a player simply take off over someone in the heat of the game, as if, against all physical odds, they've made it into their own private dunk contest. Then there's Wade, who attacks the basket like a bulldog despite being built for the fancy stuff. In the real thing (which could go either way, but I mean the Dunk contest. . let's go with "the official thing"), explosive athleticism is expected, size is an impediment, and "originality," which goes hand-in-hand with cynicism, is the only thing that counts. It's the difference between a hocker player showing tremendous agility on the break (are there breaks in hockey?) and an ice skater doing the same thing.
LeBron said his dunking peace when he ruined Damon Jones earlier this month. This is the new, practical era of dunk showmanship--doing when it counts, where it counts. Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but it's all to east to see the slow decay of the dunk contest as a sign of this historical movement that this blog (okay, maybe mostly me) is so hung up on at the moment.