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Introducing … All in the Game

All in the Game is a new video series that you will be seeing around Both Teams Played Hard from time to time. The plan is to just make some short game breakdowns that will help us delve a little bit deeper into the world of professional hoops than we can with the same regurgitated highlights we have all been watching since we were five years old.

Of course, this being Both Teams Played Hard, I’m sure we’ll also explore the humorous side of the NBA as well since I don’t want to lose my core audience of readers with the  maturity level of five-year-olds.

Episode 1 offers an in-depth look at just how badly Brad Miller torched Roy Hibbert on Friday, helping to give Houston its second victory of the year and in the process triggering a mini-winning streak that is still on-going.


Me Talking Hoops on The NBA Breakdown

I was fortunate enough to join Dave and Audley the other day on The NBA Breakdown radio show to chat about the home stretch of the regular season and how we expect the Playoffs to unfold. We talk John Salmons and the Bucks, the Bulls, some Thunder, the Boston old-age home, the sad state of the Pacers, a Bargnani and Bosh front court, free agency 2010 and then get into my real areas of expertise: beards and nicknames. (Although I inexplicably think that The Mayor played for Creighton at some point. For shame, me. For shame.)

Head over to The NBA Breakdown to listen.


Dunk Champ Misses a Dunk

Yesterday, Jason Richardson, one of the greatest dunkers I’ve ever seen, missed a wide-open, breakaway dunk with less than a minute to go in a game that the Suns would end up losing to the Spurs. Those two points would have tied the game. (video via Basketbawful)

In other words, ouch.

I wrote more on the topic over at Hardwood Paroxysm today. Read that.

Also, yesterday, I wrote some stuff about Tyler Hansbrough’s vertigo-like affliction, which has become “officially troubling” in my eyes and will likely shut him down for the rest of his wasted rookie season in the eyes of his coach.

Yup, jolly good times in Pacerland — as always.

Never Was a Fan of the Knicks

As most Both Teamsters know, I enjoy the hippity hop music quite a bit. Still, despite all the years of listening and debating, I’ve never been able to chose a favorite MC of all time. But depending on which day you asked me, I would definitely say one of three names: Jadakiss, Rakim or Big L.

Cormega, Scarface, Masta Ace and Sean P have all flirted with entrance into that top tier while Common, Ras Kass and Mos have probably rapped their way right out of the conversation, but the top three remain essentially unassailable at this point. Mainly this is because (a) Jada is Jada, (b) my love for Rakim is mostly based on history and nostalgia anyways, and (c) Big L is dead and no one is ever moving him off the list. I’m not sure if this is a universal sentiment, but I think, like the whole “you can’t lose your starting job to injury” theory in sports, a rapper can’t lose his spot due to death.

Either way, all this prologue is basically just a long way to note the sad fact that today is the 11th anniversary of the day Big L was killed. And the reason this is basketball-related is because, as most of you probably already know, L often spit about the NBA. In fact, I’ve been aggregating all the best NBA-related lyrics of all time for some time over on the NBA Lyric Project page (which needs some serious updating), and by far my favorite one is: “Fuck all the glamors and glitz, I plan to get rich, I’m from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks.”

I aint from New York, but I have now lived here for a decade, and since I have been a diehard Pacers/Reggie Miller fan since the early 90s, you can believe that a lot of my love for that line comes from how much I agree with the late, great Lamont Coleman on this one. So in memory of one of the best to ever touch a mic, below is Big L’s legendary “’98 Freestyle.” (Highly NSFW lyrics)

I’ll spare you hoops heads who may not care about hip hop any more rapper reminiscing, but my thoughts on where Big L was about to take lyricism right before he died can best be summed up by Jadakiss, who was rhyming about another Big from New York at the time: “I could go on for a year about how it’d be if you was still here.”