Pacers: Gully central
This West Wing marathon is seriously fucking with my head. . . I'm going on six hours, and suddenly it doesn't seem so important to bother with links (esp. from ESPN—if you don't read it yourself, why are bothering with this?), or get names, dates, centuries right.
Meet your newest entry into the Association thugstakes:
Grant Hill and Artest sit down for a network interview, and Grant says he'd have done the same. When is America going to admit that athletes are more like each other than they are average fans? Grant Hill is closer to, can relate more to, and is more likely to side with, Ron Artest than with you run-of-the-mill, mildly indignant NBA homer. I wonder if the same can be said of politicans and the people they represent; honestly, I think either answer would disgust me on some level.
If this ends up doing something to bring about a more nuanced understanding of the HAHH (check the archives-I'm sick of typing it out), Michael Smith's profile of Stephen Jackson (on the front page of ESPN.com at the moment) should do more than enough to polarize things all over again. Seems that the world's least likely San Antonio Spur (for the record, he got them that ring) still makes repping red a major factor in his fashion decisions, would never be caught dead in blue, did his dirt on the streets, and attributes his loyalty to Artest to his rugged background. Impressive that he's so unapologetic about it all, but dude makes Iverson look like pre-rape Kobe.
I like to think that this post has enough substance to it that I'm not obliged to provide links. Links are the poor blogger's cloak of legitimacy!!!!!!!!!!!