Friday against the Golden State Warriors, Westbrook nailed a trey that put Oklahoma up by one point and left just 0.1 seconds on the clock. The game-winner secured a win for his rolling squad and left us speaking in tongues. Let's not allow the electricity of the moment to confuse us, though. This was not the play of the game, or even his. Westbrook's defining imprint on the game seconds before the shot when he flung into the air and lunged for an offensive rebound that would have otherwise belonged to the 6'11 Jermaine O'Neal.
'Tis the season. Happy turkey day, y'all. Entertain yourselves with a list of stuff the HP crew is thankful for.
In honoring his teammates by hosting Thanksgiving for them, LeBron James is doing the ancient Greeks proud and solidifying his position as the NBA's Zeus.
Sniff, sniff, sniff. Can you smell that? It smells like...turkey, stuffing and potatoes, which must mean that it's THANKSGIVING! Hey, I'm British, so I didn't actually smell all that and I won't be celebrating Thanksgiving on Thursday because, well, you know, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be excited.
They say a wise man hopes for the best but prepares for the worst. Or if they don't, I do. Similarly, a foolish man ignores the worst and prepares for the best, secure in his own superiority.
I am a foolish man.
The latest installment of Fantasy Fiction, featuring Kyle Soppe and Connor Huchton waxing statistical on guards and nostalgic on love.
You know the drill by now, so let's get to the best and worst from a busy Monday night in our wonderful association.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming!
In case you missed the big news today, Kobe Bryant signed a two-year extension with the L.A. Lakers worth a whopping $48.5 million. That's right, the 35-year old Kobe Bryant who tore his Achilles less than a year ago, and is yet to play a game since doing it, just signed a contract that will make him the highest paid player in the NBA for two more years.
There’s an oft-cited but poorly provenanced assertion about music journalism that says writing about music is like dancing about architecture. It seems most often attributed to Elvis Costello, but whether it was him or somebody else, you could probably substitute “writing” and “music” with “blogging” and “basketball.”