The Western Conference coaches may want to reconsider. This might just make The Beard rattle off a couple 40-point outings and rack up a few more triple-doubles in protest. Not that he needs motivation.
Hey, I know it’s a talented crop in the West, but seriously. They should have made Baron Davis an All-Star this year. Period.
Ludden, columnist for Yahoo! Sports sums it here.
FTH. Gd.
In a move to court the polling-place power of aging hipsters, Sheperd Fairey has joined the list of people endorsing Barack Obama’s campaign for president. This marks the end of irony for Fairey, who’s propaganda-themed street art has, for years, relied on the emotional authenticity of “outsider” positioning. Now, in producing an actual campaign poster, he is sending a clear signal to Generation Xers everywhere that it is time to trade ironic self indulgence for actual political power. So, here it is: a wee little piece of artwork from the man who brought you “Obey Giant.” Delivered without irony.
Daniel Turman
Houston
The Golden State Warriors suffered a difficult loss to the Houston Rockets tonight. After coming back to close a significant point differential at the half, a disturbing accident involving a fake tiger limited the team’s killer instinct down the stretch. Al Harrington, who didn’t get going until the fourth had this to say.
Accidents involving fake tigers throw me off my game, dog. It was hard to get going after that.
Stephen Jackson was miffed at several no calls but saved his biggest anger for the fake tiger.
F&%k that. F%$k a fake tiger.
Captain Jack refused further comment. Don Nelson, on the other hand, had this to say.
Tonight, fake tigers were a problem. But, with regard to our most-recent acquisition, I spoke to Chris Webber at halftime. He assures me that fake tigers don’t bother him. And his veteran leadership should definitely help bolster us against these types of things. Especially in terms of how we, as a team, respond to fake tigers down the stretch.
Associated Press
The enormous growth on Mankins’ face that covers far down his neck. The top-flight guard, a first-round pick by New England in 2005, has been growing it since August. In all that time, he hasn’t taken a razor to it to trim it in any way, the hair growing in undulating patterns that resemble some model formed by a wave machine.
Lineman’s beard takes on life of its own.
Indeed. Need we say more?
Gd.
A couple of days ago, Rudy Gay of the Memphis Grizzlies decided to make his impending dunk-contest entry a subject of the public domain. How? Well, he asked people to upload their favorite dunk to his YouTube channel. Of course, there’s a catch, that being that you need to own the rights to said dunk. So, while I don’t have the rights to the clip above, nor can I do it, I would humbly suggest a tribute to Tha ‘Town’s finest baller to never reach the league: Demetrius “Hook” Mitchell.
So Rudy. Here’s what you gotta do. Get you a vintage Mustang drop and park that ‘ish at the foul line. Then jump over it (with the windows rolled up) for practice. You can roll ‘em down for the dunk, but you better pound it down. I’ll even let you fly me and my ‘64 Ford Falcon converty down to the show if you need an old-school ‘Town whip. But you know the rules; you break, you buy. I’m not hating, but I was at the Grizz game and I’ll be frank. You can’t do any of these. But if you want to get yourself hurt trying to be Hook Mitchell on TNT, I might be willing to suspend my hate for a minute.
Make the jump to see Rudy’s YouTube plea for ideas, as well as another video of Hook throwing some down, many of which are occuring in the prison yard. (Sigh.)
Turman
PS. I’ll even throw up my second choice, that being “The Air Up There” from the And1 street-ball crew mashing down a 720. No shit. Get with any of this Rudy. I dare’s ya. Read More »
As FTB mused, prognosticated, then confirmed (with Barnes at the Adidas store), C-Webb is returning to the Warriors. In fact, it sounds like he’ll be in Oakland by tomorrow. Read the article here.
We are hopeful. This could be a good thing. A big body (listed at 6′10″, 245) that can score and pass. But some (myself included) are a little nervous about this reunion too. For many, Webb was the canary in the coal mine. The fleeing superstar, that abandoned the Bay for the so-called greener pastures of Washington, while the Dubs began a downward spiral into the doldrums. This was the exclamation point on the “curse of Billy Owens.”
And the questions are looming. What about his knees? Can he run with these youngsters? Will he be an effective defender in the middle? How will he effect team chemistry? Why is he returning to the same Nellie-ball system that he publicly criticized? Or, are Chris and Don trying to bring some closure to their 14-year-old personal issues? And if so, what about a few therapy sessions, and save the 1.2 million? So many questions, but one thing is certain. This should make for some good television. Fox Sports Bay Area. Tomorrow. At 5:30. HD even.
For the record, I’d prefer figure (a). The sweet elbow jumper.
Gd.
Update: Some of the question above were asked of C-Webb yesterday by FSN’s Matt Steinmetz. Read the Q & A here.
Look at that stare. Usually you would need to go to a trailer park in Sparks Nevada to catch a father-son stare like that. And that’s one of the reasons I love Sean Penn, and his appearance at the Oracle last night sporting a beard makes me love him more. Why would you want to go to the Screen Actor’s Guild (SAG) Awards where there’s, like, a ninety five percent chance that you’ll be seated next to a douchebag, when you can spend some QT with your seed and watch the Dubs? Plus, there’s no need to get all gussied up for the red carpet. You can look like a member of Suicidal Tendencies who just skateboarded down from Alaska to check out the game and nobody’s gonna trip. After all, you’re in Oakland baby. FTH!
M. Meschery
In a bizarre week of Seinfeldian symmetry, I ran into Matt Barnes at the Adidas Heritage store in Berkeley yesterday. Not one to shy from an improptu interview opportunity, I went up and introduced myself. I had to try and find out something about the Webber to the Warriors rumor. The conversation went about like this.
Turman: What’s up Matt Barnes? I just gotta say thanks. I’m a lifetime Warriors fan and I just wanted to let you know that we all really appreciate the hustle and heart.
Matt Barnes: Thanks, man.
Turman: A couple of friends and I have a blog about the team, Fear the Beard dot org, and you’re a pretty popular subject.
Matt Barnes: Oh, cool. Thanks for the pub.
Turman: Right on, bruh. I’ll let you get back to your shopping.
Matt Barnes: Alright then.
So, that’s when I start kicking myself. And the conversation could have ended there, but that’s not how it turned out. I was shopping. Barnes was shopping. Well maybe I sort of chased him around the store, maybe not. I wanted my scoop. Read More »
First, he ghostrode the Volvo to save the A’s. Then he vlogged it up about former Dubs from Thailand. Now, as further proof of his unrelenting East Bay-ness, Nate Houghteling and company are putting two of San Francisco’s preeminent male douchebage archetypes on blast.
After corresponding with Nate over the last couple of weeks, I’m bullish on some future FTB/Big in Asia collabos. Maybe we can paint a giant FTB head on top of the Volvo and ghostride it across the Oracle floor before home games as part of the player introductions. Or something.
Okay, I’ll keep thinking.
Turman
In 1993, a great cry of jubilation could be heard throughout da Bay when Golden State acquired C-Webb for Penny on draft day. But the cheers didn’t last long. Soon, tensions flared between the young star and coach Nelson, determined to play the forward at center in his small-ball style.
In the 1994 off-season, the Warriors acquired Rony Seikaly so that Webber could play primarily at power forward, however the differences between Webber and Nelson were irreconcilable. Webber exercised a one-year escape clause in his contract, stating he had no intentions of returning to the Warriors. With little alternatives, Golden State agreed to a sign and trade deal, sending Chris Webber to the Washington Bullets (now the Wizards) for forward Tom Gugliotta and three first round draft picks.
Now rumors are flying that the old star and the old coach could reunite. Does that mean we can expect a Rony Seikaly sighting as well? If whole thing goes to hell, perhaps we could formulate a sign and trade deal for Tom Gugliotta and three other washed up NBA players.
Or, then again, just bring The Glove home to Oakland.
Gd.
