So I have a new writing gig with some “pals” that I’ve made over at The Big Lead. I’m not gonna link to it because I don’t want my blog commenter and real-life worlds to collide, but if you google “major league jerk”, you’ll be able to find the blog quite easily. I’m the one known as “clown” aka the one who has totally hoodwinked my fellow authors into thinking that I have a passable knowledge of anything sports-related.
I just realized that this post might come up if you google major league jerk. I’m about as cunning as it gets, folks.
One thing I never understood about Jordan Brand affiliation with college basketball teams - how the hell did Cal-Berkeley get that affiliation? Maybe from back when Jason Kidd was rocking J’s, I don’t know.
The cynicist in me tells me that the pan over the “Appalachian Mountaineers” logo is a subtle dig at the Michigan Wolverines, which will be an adidas program starting this summer.
This day will forever be known as one of the most glorious days in all of the land, for the mighty, douchey New England Patriots have fallen to the lowly New York Giants.
I went to an Austin Toros game as part of a team-building exercise with my department at work. I thought that we were going to do drills with the team and maybe if I was lucky maybe a ropes course with Kevin Pittsnogle, but it was more of us getting on a shuttle and going to an actual 11 am NBADL game.
Now, I’m not gonna knock the game or the atmosphere - it was more fun that I thought it would be. It’s like a mini-NBA game (except without the t-shirt cannon). They have a dance team and they have audience stunts during official timeouts and they even have expensive-ass items at the concession. $4 for nachos!?!?! That’s an outrage!
I later found out the reason for the day game - the Toros were having a “school jam,” so i was lucky enough to have a few hundred middle school students screaming in my ear for no reason whatsoever. I’m not sure if people really go to these games, though, so I’m kind of pissed that I didn’t get to do the halfcourt shot or that thing where you spin five times on your head and run dizzily across the court and make a lay up. All because of the damn kids.
I have to admit, however, that it was cool to see R.C. Buford. I was a tad taken aback by his attire, though. He was wearing a black dress shirt that was a little too fitted, some white jeans (I think they were Versace - seriously) and some kind of clogs that I usually only see medical personnel rocking. I guess the Eurodoucheiness of one Tony Parker is rubbing off on him. I kind of always pictured him as a regular dude. Tell you what, though - the man can build one helluva franchise.
All in all, I would have to recommend going to a Toros game, especially if someone else is paying for the ticket. One thing: try to stay away from the School Jam.
