Hee Haw Was ILLLLLLLL
Hello to all. I have returned. Upon hearing that my boy Gary Trent was released from Lottomatica Virtus Roma (Italy), I immediately had to take a trip Eastward to go through some one-on-one workouts with him and see what the deal was. As luck would have it, I also got to stay in Tarcento/Udine, a mere 30KM from the Slovenian border. So for fun during the day, Gary and I would take trips over the border to watch Erazem Lorbek's younger brother, Bjanko, play in the under-13 league. Ah, the work of an Eastern Bloc scout is never done...
I am here to formally introduce the new banner that emblazons our sacred home. Just speaking personally, pre-WarAtHome Michael Rapaport (here as Thomas Dunwitty) embodies many of the ideals I strive for within my Freedarko ramblings: proclamation of white guilt, hip-hop credibility devoid of any Danny Hochian "LOOK HOW FUCKING DOWN I AM, PA!" exploits, acceptance from both Woody Allen and Spike Lee (the Marc Stein and Stephen A. Smith of their respective craft), and a true appreciation of hoops.
As a 13-year-old, while working for the hometown Timberwolves, I got to meet Rapaport, who attended a Sonics/Wolves game while in town filming Beautiful Girls. I was asked to relay messages back and forth between Rapaport and Shawn Kemp (the two of them having evidently forged some post-Rock-n-Jock friendship). Although I remember none of the content of those exchanges, I walked away with a deep respect for both Rapaport and Kemp as human beings. This story is rather pointless, and now that I am re-reading this, this post in full quite self-indulgent, but I hope in future weeks to recall better and juicier stories from my 6-year employment with the NBA.
Also, in the meantime, I will be acting agent for Gary Trent. My man's got an array of post moves and can still give a hard six with the best of em.