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The Count Preview: Southwest Division

October 30, 2008 · No Comments

Bruce Bowen is thinking "Can I get away with biting him on the neck?"

Bruce Bowen is thinking "Can I get away with biting into his neck?"

Houston Rockets: Any real basketball fan hopes that this is the season T-Mac shakes the monkey and gets his team through the first round of the playoffs. T-Mac, Yao and Artest with a great supporting cast: it should be a return to Houston’s former glory of only about a decade ago.

It’s just so sad though. We know what’s going to happen, and it crushes our collective heart. T-Mac will break down. Yao will once again be defeated by the laws of physics and crush his fragile feet. Maybe they can hit say, 40 wins, bench these two for the rest of the regular season, and hope the role players can wrangle the next 10 or so wins that gets them 8th spot in the West. If Houston can stay healthy, the toughest division in the league just got even tougher.

Hang on, no. Because that would mean Ron Artest becomes the de facto team leader, which is questionable for two reasons: one, he’d have to not be suspended, which is only ever a 50% chance with the Don; and two, even if he isn’t suspended, do you let Ron Artest give advice to your younger players?

San Antonio Spurs: Who cares? The team is basically unchanged, so my prediction remains unchanged — they will challenge for the conference final, in yet another victory for stupidly boring basketball and bad sportsmanship.

Bar Spurs fans, is there anyone out there who doesn’t hope the entire team gets brought up on charges of bringing the game into disrepute and booted to the D-league? Is there a less enjoyable team to watch (okay, maybe Detroit)? Is there a less likable group of players, even given the fact they’ve ditched Horry? Is there anyone who doesn’t hope Bruce Bowen hard fouls Ron Artest and gets repaid with a straight shot to the chin like Ron-Ron landed on that Turtle-looking-fella at Auburn Hills?

Memphis Grizzlies: How could you dislike the Grizz this season? They’re basically a bunch of young kids who were playing pick-up and sent a letter to David Stern saying “mind if we have a crack at the NBA?”

O.J. Mayo proved in the preseason that he’s not daunted by playing in the NBA. Rudy Gay is one of the most electrifying, and dominant, young talents in the league. This alone should make the team likable. But then they’ve got an upside-laden young point guard in Conley, who will be amazing if he ever stops gaming, the brother of a proud racist and a centre with genuine hustle in Marc Gasol, and rookie power forward Darrell Arthur, who slipped too far in the draft due to concerns about a heart condition. Someone will one day make a movie about the 2008-2009 Grizzlies, who will only just scrape over twenty wins, but through the adversity will learn the true meaning of friendship.

Dallas Mavericks: Let’s not skirt around the issue. Dallas are too old now. They’re just too old. Their time has passed, and they’re irrelevant. You can imagine them all standing around when electricity was invented going “pfft — nothing will ever replace the good old steam engine.”

Jerry Stackhouse, Jason Kidd, Jason Terry, Eric Dampier, and Devean George are all ancient. Even if they’re still functional, they’ll get injured, or will spend too much time thinking about how they’re going to spend their millions when they retire in the next two years.

Moreover, how much confidence would you have in the coming years? Your GM has just traded a potential All-Star point guard (Devin Harris) away for a wife-beating grey hair (Jason Kidd), and then signed DeSagana Diop to almost $30M worth of contract. WTF. Did Cuban green-light that contract based on how many blocks Diop gets in fantasy leagues? It’s all just bad news at Dallas.

New Orleans Hornets: Unbelievably, everyone’s second favourite team managed to only get better over the off-season with the signing of ring-magnet James Posey. Adding his long range threat and clutch abilities to the talents of Chris Paul, David West, Tyson Chandler and Peja Stojakovic makes the Hornets the team to beat in the West. Yes, better than the Lakers.

Posted by: Alex

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‘She Got Dat Ass?’

October 30, 2008 · No Comments

‘I gots to look… sawry.’

Reason #9587 Basketball Is Better Than Soccer.

Reason #9587 Basketball Is Better Than Soccer.

As he watches those talented Laker girls do their thing, David Beckham looks kind of mournful.

Makes sense; nearly every woman in the world loves him — often in spite of themselves — and yet he goes home each night with a haughty skeleton, with a lollipop for a head and a goblin face. That has to weigh heavy on his mind.

Posted By: Anton

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The Count Preview: Pacific Division

October 27, 2008 · No Comments

A rap group called Pacific Division. Probably the 18th best rap group named after an NBA division.

Rap group Pacific Division: Probably the 18th best rap group named after an NBA division.

Golden State Warriors: C.J. Watson is a surprisingly serviceable point guard… until Monta Ellis introduces him to abseiling, and he spends most of the season in hospital as a result.

Don Nelson brings his ‘grizzled alcoholic’ look, perfected during the pre-season, into the regular season. By the end of the season – with the Warriors heading towards a very high lottery spot – Don Nelson is a grizzled alcoholic.

Los Angeles Clippers: Naysayers be damned, the Clippers work.

Ricky Davis holding a kitten.

Baron Davis celebrates a great Clippers season. Not pictured: Ricky Davis holding a kitten.

Somehow, the team just clicks, the chemistry perfect. Baron has Marcus, Al, Cuttino and the boys over for Thai food at least once a week; they listen to Miles Davis records and discuss the ascension of Barack. Coach Dunleavy is relaxed and confident, joking with his players at practice, the atmosphere free and easy. Ricky Davis spends his days off doing work in local underprivileged communities.

And remarkably, the team is almost totally injury free, thanks to huge investments in the Clippers’ health and training infrastructure from owner Donald Sterling.

As this happens, the global recession eases, the United States sees GDP growth of 11.5% with no inflationary effect, Zimbabwean president Robert Mugabe transforms into an intelligent, caring, financially astute leader, Sarah Palin delivers a white paper that dissolves any tension between Israel and Palestine, and Adriana Lima leaves Marko Jaric for a member of the Sport Count team.

Los Angeles Lakers: Phil Jackson keeps falling asleep on the sidelines. ‘My guys know the system, and the triangle runs itself,’ he tells the media in early November. ‘My hip has been flaring up. I’ve just been sleeping it off.’

Kobe Bryant grasps the opportunity, drapes a tie over his jersey during each time out, and calls himself ‘Coach Kobe.’ He calls a lot of plays for himself. Arguably too many.

Phoenix Suns: Shaquille O’Neal makes his first appearance on the stunningly well-produced real crime series The First 48, shot in Phoenix. He solves a crime. It’s awesome.

(And the Suns win 49 games, and lose to the Jazz in the second round. But the main thing is that Shaq solves a crime).

Sacramento Kings: With Brad Miller constantly high as a motherfucker, Spencer Hawes steps up as the Kings starting centre. Republicans love it. Basketball fans hate it.

With a playoff berth a mathematical impossibility, budding actor Quincy Douby takes February off while filming a remake of the 1979 Julius Erving classic The Fish That Saved Pittsburgh. John Salmons bores his teammates with the same joke at every practice: ‘Quincy? Should’ve been me! Salmons! That’s a fish! C’mon!

Posted By: Anton

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YouTube Classics: Magic Johnson

October 4, 2008 · 5 Comments

As a staid and serious journalist, I should never let the fog of bias colour my words. Indeed, the entire Sport Count team are nothing if not objective, rarely — if ever — reporting anything but the bare facts, our features untainted by personal opinion.

But just this once, I’ll let things take a turn for the subjective. I’ll come out with it: I love Magic Johnson.

Always have. What’s not to love? There’s his effort in game six of the 1980 NBA Finals, when Magic, a rookie fresh out of Michigan state, replaced the injured Kareem Abdul-Jabbar at centre, burning the 76ers for 42 points, 15 rebounds, seven assists, and three steals.

There’s his revolutionising of the point guard position, a 6′9″ hardcourt genius, blowing basketball fan minds with his Showtime Lakers. There are the five championship rings, and three MVP trophies. Not to mention the incredible work he’s done for HIV awareness.

So, to paraphrase the great Steppenwolf, let’s go on a magic carpet ride. And by ‘carpet ride,’ I mean watching internet videos.

Fantastic Magic highlights, from a baby Earvin through to his Michigan State days, and the Showtime Lakers. The Curtis Mayfield soundtrack doesn’t hurt:

Magic retires. It’s absolutely heart-wrenching, but when Johnson flashes that famous smile and says ‘I plan on going on, living for a long time, bugging you guys like I always have,’ you suddenly feel like everything is going to be okay:

Magic and Bird. There will never be a greater friendship/rivalry in sports. Ever. Here they both are at Larry Bird’s retirement ceremony:

And here they are together in a charmingly dodgy Converse ad. The highlight? Magic rips off his pants, and Larry says ’show me what you got’:

Why don’t they make ads like this any more? I’m so goddamned thirsty for a 7-Up:

Posted By: Anton

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The NBA On eBay: September Edition

September 2, 2008 · 1 Comment

If you’ve got a bank account full of cash just begging to be spent on top-notch NBA gear, you could order from the NBA store, or Mitchell & Ness. Or, like most ball freaks, you could take a visit to the Bay.

Last time The Sport Count visited our favourite auction site, we found a bargain-priced Steve Blake bobblehead, a Ron Artest jersey for your kids, and a Wilt Chamberlain autographed shoe. Let’s see what September has in store:

nom nom nom.

Michael Jordan: nom nom nom.

Edible Michael Jordan Chocolate Heads | No Bids: $20.00

As if you need any, here are some reasons to make a bid: a) You’re a real Space Jam fan b) You’re one of the many fanatical Jordan memorabilia collectors c) You’re hungry. Nom nom nom.

Ray Allen Supersonics Jersey… For The Ladies | Buy It Now: $19.99

She’ll love the pink. The diamante-studded jersey number will delight. And the stretch fabric means it’ll hug her curves like Josh Howard racing his Ferrari through the streets of suburban Dallas.

Unfortunately, she might resent you when she discovers a) the Supersonics don’t exist any more b) Ray Allen was traded long ago and c) you bought the jersey for less than twenty bucks from ’some dude in Chicago.’

Samaki has one. Now you can too, Barkley.

Samaki had one. Now you can too, Barkley.

Samaki Walker’s 2002 NBA Championship Ring | Buy It Now: $10,000

Well, this is depressing.

Samaki Walker had an unimpressive league career, playing for six teams in ten years, rarely contributing anything but an arse to warm the bench.

Considering his rough trot through the NBA, the championship ring he was gifted as a member of the 2002 Lakers squad must have represented a high water mark in his basketball career, if not his life. Sweetly, he passed that ring on to his father.

And now, less sweetly, his dad is offering you the chance to have it. You hope there’s a reasonable justification for the sale; vital medical treatment, helping to pay off a house or, at the very least, a great night out involving fourteen prostitutes and a baggie full of speed.

The bad news for those ready to bid? Once Charles Barkley hears about the low price, there’s no way the round and ringless mound of rebound isn’t winning this auction. It won’t cost that much to get ‘Walker’ changed to ‘Barkley,’ right?

George Karl Autographed 8×10 Photo | No Bids: $9.99

Hmmm.

Hmmm.

If you’re going to sell fake autographs–and c’mon, do you think players and coaches spend that much time signing glossies for the power sellers of the world?–George Karl seems like an odd choice.

He’s a successful coach, sure. But is there really a market for budget George Karl memorabilia? Unless you can convince him to sign ‘JR Smith ain’t shit to me, George Karl’, a lack of bids seems a certainty.

Brand New Wilt Chamberlain Figurine | No Bids: $20.00 Canadian

When the Stilt sadly passed in 1999, so too did any chance of him marking any more notches on his already-very-notched bed. But now, with this little plasticine love maker, that can change.

If she’s the kind of woman who’ll forgive you gifting her an outdated and cheap Sonics jersey, it’s possible she’ll also ‘make love’ to Little Wilt while you film*. Best to ask on your birthday.

Posted By: Anton

*I know, gross. Soz.

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