Save Everything, Everyone, Everywhere
In every community, there must be dissent, dialogue, and healing. Like a family where people actually like each other. I love all of you and have learned a lot in the past day, about both my own foibles and the way in which I still believe in the unlikely (and occasionally idiotic).
I've often wondered if the world needed or wanted regular FD links posts. They'd help our traffic, and occasionally there are things we have less than 600 words on. But I don't want to insult your internet savvy. Today, though, I'm kind of bored, so bear with my umpteenth crack at this:
-Screw you, agents of potential: HOOPSWORLD explains how the recession hurts J.R. Smith and Monta Ellis.
-Olympics loves Melo: I never get tired of this one. He's the golden child of USA Basketball, even if in the NBA, he has problems striking a balance between swagger and good, sound play. It's almost like he thrives on not being given a choice to make, like at Syracuse.
-Baron Davis gets his karma on: Fear the Beard hooks up a digital short with Baron buying people smoothies and mass transit tix. No, I'm not jealous or anything. The new frontier of what blogger-types (if such a thing exists; it probably just means "not newspaper guys") can do with access.
-The lo-fi makes it earnest:
Does having him stand on an outdoor court really establish the necessary basketball cred? I would pay good money to see him debate Stern, though. I also would like to state unequivocally that, as much evil as Stern commits, I will always admire him. He is like my own private Farrakhan.
-Tommy is the devil: This Ziller post itself has five tips in it, and one big blockquote, but it's the headline that's noteworthy. Yes, we should blame Tommy Heinsohn for conspiracy theories. I've long said that his brand of incessantly pro-home team blindness isn't just ignorant, it's irresponsible. Like, I know you want your team to get every call and make every shot. Sadly, it doesn't work like that. Granted, Tommy's the extreme of this, but when team's official voices are flush with outrage and justice defiled, it sets the whole competitive edifice on a sloshy foundation.
-Touching Father's Day item: A Weekend America producer puts a sentimental spin on shit like watching two games at once, one on the television and one on the laptop. And I thought my dad was nice for taking me to Wizards games.