Nice poster, but why the hell is Shaggy from Scooby Doo on it?
Mama there goes that man! Thank God! Mark Jackson has been named head coach of the Warriors
. You know, in spite of him having zero coaching experience in his career. Where else in the world can you get a top-level job with zero job experience (and in some cases be successful
)? This is why we love the NBA, folks. No, not because of the guy getting a job. We love the NBA because we will now be able to watch it without hearing Mark Jackson drone on and on with his same schtick every other game! Too bad he won't start his new gig until after the Finals.
(Oh, and be sure you check out The Basketball Jones
and their take on Mark Jackson's job interview.)
Now, the important question: who will replace Mark Jackson on ABC and ESPN broadcasts? If we can't get Bill Walton or Shaq, who else would be a good pick? Post your thoughts in the comments.Worst of Game 3 in Pictures:
Pictured: the moment Jason Kidd realized he crapped his Depends Man love, Finals-styleGame 4 of the NBA Finals:Heat at Mavericks, ABC, 9pm (Heat lead series 2-1)
: According to the Elias Sports Bureau, this is the first time since 1998 we've seen consecutive games decided by two or fewer points in the NBA Finals. Whether you like the Heat and/or the Mavericks, you have to admit this is compelling basketball. Now just think of what this series would be like if it wasn't just Dirk playing one-on-five against the entire Miami Heat team! (Wait, you mean he has teammates on the floor? Really? You'd think I would notice something like that. Hmm.)
While on a road trip with my old college roommate Corey this past week, we watched part of games 2 and 3 on crappy motel TVs with failing picture tubes. This seemed appropriate when Corey asked "Good God, Juwan Howard's still in the league???" It would have felt wrong to watch Juwan Howard shoot free throws on a nice flat-panel LCD screen. Hell, watching on a fuzzy 857 pound CRT TV set with green and purple spots burned in the corners was kind of a stretch. Juwan Howard's age should probably be best experienced watching on one of those old cabinet TV sets from the 1950s. Or maybe in the crude drawings Grock left on the cave wall during the last Ice Age. (This was before the basketball itself was invented and the game was played with weathered rocks, of course.)
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