Wednesday, June 30, 2010

LeBron Will Be Free To Move Around The Country, But Where Will He Land?


By midnight, the general public will gather collectively, speculating LeBron James next destination during his free-agency journey as a multitude of franchises implores for his availability and services. Last we heard there were speculations of James signing with the Chicago Bulls, when reportedly sources divulged that a deal was finalized.

Eventually, all of us become curious, even anticipating James to reach a deal in a high-market and valuable franchise in a common town. He downplayed questions regarding his free-agency status and focused on strictly leading the Cleveland Cavaliers to the NBA’s biggest spotlight.

It was difficult to tamper against his hometown and a franchise, of course that he deeply supported as a teenager who fostered him as a prominent superstar in the NBA, becoming a hometown savior within an environment that has suffered from grievance and miserable sporting indignities.

With the lingering LeBron-Watch, a fascinating free agent marathon this summer centering all the attention and shining the limelight over James, who is greatly targeted by the Miami Heat in a potential deal, has the potential of building a legitimate powerhouse in South Beach if he mingles with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh. It’s quite possible an intelligent deal could transpire when the clock hits midnight, especially when a business is operated aggressively and brilliantly.

The greatest star wants to shine and hoist up multiple championships in the next few year. He’s an essential fragment to the Heat’s rebuilding project in a bottomless free-agency market. Where he plays next season is mysteriously anonymous and unpredictable, but he is theorized to be lured in by architect Pat Riley, the Heat’s general manager who is very optimistic in overhauling futility that has inhibited much realization.

Whatever decision James chooses, he controls the leverage as the attractive megastar in a plentiful free-agent class. As it stands this summer, his next landing-place dictates where an abundant of megastars verbally agrees and eventually finalizes a deal. How people view James, is as a savior when the NBA is entertaining a renaissance age.

In the end, once he becomes a free-agent, all the nonsensical rumors and assumptions will downsize to a minimal. For all the publicity and hearsay, he’ll finally test the market and accept the biggest offer in the making, to silence all the hoopla swirling in the newspaper, on the front page of Internet sites and on the nearest television screen.

There’s one town, in reality, begging for King James—it’s not New York or New Jersey—but it’s Chicago. A city with a gorgeous landscape and passionate sports fanatics waiting for an authentic savior who is priceless in rescuing a perturbed location. At the moment, it’s sensible and benefits in a way, healing the bleak faces and reducing much despair in a community that has seen misfortune over the years, witnessing the biggest sporting travesties the last decade.

Since the end of Michael Jordan’s reign, the Chicago Bulls have diminished miserably, under a turbulent general manager in John Paxson, winning merely one playoff series in 12 years. Every Chicagoan knows the Cubs are an overpaid organization and reeks. Every resident knows the White Sox need to fire the psychotic imbecile Ozzie Guillen. Every local knows the Bears foolishly gambled on a futile Jay Cutler, who's throws into double-coverage raises the tension of the locals willing to sit at Solider Field in the frigid months, witnessing a losing cause.

With all the epic assumptions, he’s the blockbuster name with all teams attempting to bid in the sweepstakes, doing anything possible to improve their franchises. But this is the Bulls sole possession, seemingly a place where he’ll be surrounded with a reliable supporting cast, a blueprint for prevailing in the upcoming seasons and an immense core that he lacked in Cleveland.

After bailing out on James in the postseason, he was driven and had the toughest task, having to conduct the Cavs in a one-sided contest, without getting enough contributions from his grueling teammates. In the meantime, fans are nervously waiting back home, terrified of an emotional departure, abruptly ending the happiest stint that brought bliss to a town the local residents fell in love with for uplifting pertinence. Is he hanging up the FOR SALE SIGN? Absolutely!


He wants to win and other teams want to win. It’s a rarity that a player remains on one team for his entire career because of money and frequent transitions with all the talent exposing terrific balance and resiliency. Wherever he lands, they’ll have to be willing to compromise by given an enormous deal and assembling a solid supporting cast.

If James does leave, he wouldn’t be a traitor or turning against a town that elevated his ego, but the value will decrease and the state will lose tremendous profit. The Cavs ownership will have trouble selling out seats at Quicken Loans Arena and will have difficulty marketing merchandise and player's apparel. Considerably, he’s not selfish or an egomaniac by walking out on his town when he has done all he practically can, and doesn’t owe his hometown residents anything, but is worthy of a championship elsewhere.

These days, a downtown banner in Cleveland overlooks the horizon of the city and reads “Born Here. Raised Here. Plays Here. Stays Here.” The 10-foot story billboard still reads “We Are All Witnesses” a Nike campaign that has apparently been advertised since his grandest arrival. Momentarily, there is silence in a town that has dealt with enough uncertainty and disappointment, witnessing a video that featured Michael Bloomberg pleading heavily for LeBron to come to New York, another potential landing spot in the upcoming weeks.


If he accepts a huge salary, based on whatever team invests the huge bucks, James will likely wind up signing with the franchise that offers the riches. For all we know, as of now, he could very well join with Wade and Bosh in Miami and assemble a singular dynasty or he could establish a career in New York. Keep in mind, his legacy is endangered depending upon where he signs this summer with a franchise that finishes win less in the next few years, while playing in his prime.

Of all the possible candidates he may wear a Bulls uniform and dazzle with a relevant tandem alongside Derrick Rose and Joakim Noah, he may storm from the tunnels wearing a Miami uniform to stand as a forceful duo with Wade and he may look stylish in a Knicks uniform and rejuvenate a lackluster organization in Mike D’Antoni’s up-tempo offense, while sharing the wealth with David Lee and Danilo Gallinari.

But as a proven megastar, James is worthy of earning millions after he’s endorsed and embraced by the league, regularly unleashing Nike commercial ads whether he’s a puppet or Wise LeBron sitting at the dinner table talking with his cones. When he leaves Cleveland, James will definitely become a part of another team's framework and heighten ticket sales for elevating his legacy and mellowing as the global superstar with his unforeseen attributes and mesmerizing talent.

Sure enough, the Ohio native has emotional afterthoughts about departing from his hometown, but the league is a business and the league is his livelihood, which tells us it’s not time to ponder or feel sympathy about leaving his town and supporters behind. If he goes to the Knicks, they’ll have to negotiate and offer James with the richest deal, unless clearing salary cap space was wasteful.

But for some reason, the Knicks have expressed interest in Hawks shooting guard Joe Johnson, despite knowing that James blends in with a fast-pace offense. After all, Donnie Walsh, the Knicks president of basketball operations, intent was to aggressively bid for James in the summer of 2010. There’s an estimated $34.5 million of salary cap space. It was proposed that the Knicks would offer a max contract to James.

As a way to bribe LeBron to stay in Cleveland, the team has erected its facilities and canned Mike Brown, whose peculiar coaching method didn’t reach James’ criteria, crippled the Cavs of advancing pass the Celtics in the postseason.

And not long ago, Danny Ferry resigned as general manager after five seasons, a stunning development to many. To their advantage, of course, owner Dan Gilbert is a smart businessman who is upgrading and revamping the identity in an underachieving franchise, now persuading the King to stay at home.

As it looks, by far, it wouldn’t be a surprise seeing him contend elsewhere.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I Elect Stephen Strasburg For Midsummer Classic, So Should You...


A day doesn’t pass without a society raving about what sort of flowers Martha Stewart planted in her garden, what the future holds for the outrageous and craziness of Lindsay Lohan, or whether it’s relevant to elect baseball’s top phenom to start in the All-Star Game.

It’s another debate, I suppose, an endless fuss revolving around Stephen Strasburg, 21, the gifted right-hander who has a lethal fastball, a nasty slurve, a mean curveball and a hitless changeup.

It feels like baseball is amid a resuscitating stage, the one moment we never imagined in the wicked era of baseball, an age known as the Steroid Era.

This is the beginning of a renaissance, putting aside all the deceptiveness and torment that stained credibility with all the malign and insults, slowly ruining the purity of a commendable sport.

As the midsummer classic approaches, we are accustomed to Strasburg’s imposing debut when he almost completed the perfecto by finishing with no walks and 14 strikeouts at Nationals Park, the spacious creation that opened last season.

His presence alone sells out a crowd, watching for the improbable, gazing at his spectacular performances, and cheering on a triumphant mound appearance, to brace the future and savior of the Washington Nationals.

All this hype has evoked a sense of flirtation in baseball, impelling conversations near the water cooler within the workplaces and jacking up television ratings instantly for the 100-mph fastball that Strasburg throws effectively, able to influence viewers with his unbelievable flame throwers.

And if he continues to throw charmingly from the mound, he could someday run for president, be elected in office, and reside on Pennsylvania Avenue at the White House, a luxurious estate in the town of the nation’s capital.


He essentially darkens the facades, during a decade when drug emporiums tainted clubhouses and when Bud Selig, an irresponsible commissioner, was apathetic in asserting a performance-enhancing drug raid.

But it’s a fair assessment for the good people to elect Strasburg into the All-Star Game, a unique commodity that seems rare in sports. In addition, he has earned the credit to be worshipped as a premier pitcher of the league, currently with a 2.27 ERA and 48 strikeouts in five starts.

More importantly, he should be named as the starter in the midsummer classic, an exhibition for the fans that features the greatest and popular players in the game.

If this is a game for the fans, upon seeing well-deserving stars snubbed and disrespected by the fans selections, its only rationale that he should be participating in the upcoming festivities.

And if he isn’t voted in, it’s a travesty that will change how we judge the disorganized sport, bothered with ruthless calamity and empty seating in the majority of ballparks.

It is, at last, revising as a family event and an afternoon outing at the ballpark when the average family is willing to enjoy a three-hour game, despite all the deceit and controversy that positioned the facet of the league.

But in the name of Strasburg, there’s a concept that baseball is on the verge of making progress and visualizing aspiration in the growth and emergence of the sensational Strasburg.


This development is gratifying exposure as he has ballooned as the main attraction, putting all the ills to rest and restoring positivity among an attenuated sport. He was unbelievable in the minor leagues, and pitched in a historic major-league debut, releasing evidence that he really belongs in the midsummer festivities.

In a way, he’s the best young prospect we’ve seen in a long time and his popularity has skyrocketed since lifting the atmosphere within a helpless franchise.

All we care about is witnessing the best athletes polish in the game fans cast their votes, waiting for their favorite stars to dazzle at a moment the fans are watching closely after selecting well-suited players. If this is a game to appease the fans, on a night when all the top-tier sluggers and pitchers represents their franchises and features at the same ballpark, then shouldn’t the fans implore that the majors add Strasburg to the list of all-stars?

It’s fair, not to mention that he’s the hottest prospect in the game, that he’s worthy of starting in the midsummer meeting during the All-Star break, a moment the prize-winning players are represented.

Although it’s believed that he had an excellent first-half of the season and have became the focus of attention, drawing all the viewers across the country, he’s been ignored because he is still considered unproven after he merely pitched for the first-half of the season with no postseason experience.

This is a modern time when none of it matters, as a legion of pitchers and sluggers have appeared in the All-Star game without having any postseason experience. Whether you find it unanimous or not, it’s a no-brainer that he’s fittingly worthy of starting in the much-publicity setting, even though he pitched in the big leagues for less than a month.

But I’d like to speculate that it will invoke a controversy and would be considered an insult to the participants. If nothing else, he merits a spot on the NL roster with the big-name stars, proving to be a prolific name in the first-half.

It’s very telling that he’s the most inspiring recipe in the majors, shifting the texture of a sport upstaged by football and basketball, and appeases the population with his artful mechanics that has been a resource in consolidating reliance and trustworthiness.

There’s a written rule stating that every team must have a player representing their franchise which means Ryan Zimmerman, who is having an outstanding season and the frontrunner for the Nationals by hitting a mere .290 with 13 homers and 37 RBIs, shouldn’t be the top choice as fans and voters must turn the favor to Strasburg.

In the yesteryears, the majors have tried to resuscitate the relevancy of the midsummer classic, but it’s a game weakened and ignored each summer, despite adding implications to the event and made it meaningful unlike before when it was viewed as a pointless showpiece.

But if Strasburg’s name is suddenly announced as a starter and participant, he could make an immediate impact on the event and be a remedy in baseball.

He may provide the importance and excitement, but he’s on pace to appear in at least 10 All-Star Games in the future, if he isn’t entitled to a bid. By all accounts, given that he hasn’t pitched an entire first-half, he’s not being anointed as much as Ubaldo Jimenez and David Price, a pair of skillful stars with monstrous numbers and proven attributes.

But either way, a national audience desires witnessing the hottest and best athlete at the time or a young prospect, and that happens to be Strasburg.

As we debate whether he belongs in the game, I’d say he gets my vote.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Latest Yankees-Dodgers Clash, Centered Torre vs. A-Rod Feud


The reality of the Dodgers purchasing space on nearly 300 billboards around the Los Angeles basin before the beginning of the season advertising a renewed rivalry in baseball, one known as the East vs. West rivalry dating back to the purist era of baseball, was for relieving traditionally the most dramatic rivalry in America’s pastime.

A legion of old timers, such as the elderly folks, still can recall 11 World Series meetings involving the Los Angeles Dodgers and the New York Yankees, each with a combined 33 titles and endless postseason drama. Back then, of course, the series were masterful performances as Hollywood vs. Broadway compelled a glamorous and a seductive landscape in sports.

While the Dodgers and the Yankees meet in the newborn era of the famous clash from the old-school days, a rational supposition is that the Los Angeles billboards earlier in the season were mistakenly written incorrectly. The slogan pronounced “Rivalry Renewed,” but would have been easier to decipher if the signs had stated “Torre vs. A-Rod in a Heated Feud.”

It was known all along that this was the most appealing interleague meeting this season, a dream competition the world desired to see deeply in the fall classic last season. But it’s not charming because of the wonderful memories or everlasting drama—perhaps the most drama involves Dodgers manager Joe Torre and Yankees third baseman Alex Rodriguez.

With all the Dodgers drama, as the payroll has massively decreased due to a messy feud and divorce between owner Frank and Jamie McCourt, the obsolete trauma isn’t disappearing anytime soon. The inconvenience dents a renowned franchise with troubles centering the fraudulent and sleazy Manny Ramirez that has become a disruption within a franchise once respected for incredibly winning the World Series in 1988.


Lately, the talk of the town evokes further disruptions, at least it has this weekend when Rodriguez came along with the Yankees for a three-game series in Los Angeles. It’s impossible for the Dodgers to downplay and keep the truth hidden.

The Dodgers welcomed the Yankees for an emotional reunion at Dodgers Stadium, when Torre reunited and reminisced with his former players without shaking hands and exchanging modest words with Rodriguez, which inflamed a ruckus more enormous than McCourt’s long-suffering divorce.

As he tries protecting his unstable credibility after he paid a staggering $19 million in court fees, Torre tries to avoid reporters as he expects to hear answers about his broken bond with Rodriguez. For the first time, there’s a sense that an irreparable relationship between Torre and Rodriguez is fixed, that their issues and disputes are behind them, finally in position to show remorse and move on.

If so, it’s a remedy for what had transpired in the past, ever since Torre was offered an ultimatum by general manager Brian Cashman and Hank Steinbrenner, who is notoriously known for threatening managers and mismanaging employees’ status. Just so you know The Boss fired Billy Martin five times.

He is the most respected and beloved skipper who now sits in the Dodgers dugouts, summoning relievers and deciding the starting rotation. From New York to California, he migrated to the Hollywood stage when he was targeted by the Dodgers general manager Ned Coletti, who hurried and hired the brilliant Torre to fill the managerial vacancy in Los Angeles.


He quickly adapted to the sunny and clear skies of Los Angeles, soaking in his refreshing restart near the beaches, a scenery which he avoided headaches and stress. Having been pressured to reach certain standards and an agenda, he was the most polarizing baseball manager in New York and had to work under a dictating and stubborn-minded Steinbrenner family.

No one questions the Yankees agenda in attempting to win a World Series every year, but we were curious to know why exactly Torre was fired after 12 seasons, leading the Yanks to 12 postseason appearances and won six pennants and four World Series. Meanwhile, he and Rodriguez ended a pity feud by resolving the messy turmoil Sunday evening in Los Angeles.

If someone had admitted before the season that A-Rod and Torre wouldn’t reconcile, we wouldn’t had witnessed Rodriguez encounter Torre near the batting cage before Sunday’s game. When the Yankees took the field and were in the middle of pregame workouts, they hugged, talked briefly and shook hands.

He clearly was amiable during the conversation. He hung on to Rodriguez’s hand. And his former third baseman smiled. First time since the ugly separation, both realized how insane and babyish it was holding grudges and having ill-humored outlooks.

Seven home runs away from 600, he amended his problems with his former manger Torre, who’ll turn 70 three weeks from now, putting the spiteful book to rest, “The Yankee Years,” a detailed narrative that revealed the true colors of Rodriguez. A few years ago, he was arrogantly seen at parties and was irresponsible, barely performing at a consistent level.

Instead, he underachieved and faltered in the postseason by finishing hitless and useless, but earned an enormous paycheck from the highest market with the richest payroll. That prompted Torre to lash out in his book a year ago, when he boldly stated that A-Rod was identified as “A-Fraud” in the Yankees’ clubhouse and had an envious persona of the well-known, beloved face of the Yanks Derek Jeter. It wasn’t pretty after departing from the Yankees to start a livelihood at Chavez Ravine, but at least now it feels as if there are no harsh feelings.

“He came over and he was who he always is,” Torre said to reporters. “It was never uncomfortable with Alex. I just told him again, I said, ‘I hope you got my message about sort of getting that monkey off of your back.’

“He’s a good kid. He’s a good kid and, to me, I think too much is always made of this stuff. I think we know in our hearts what goes on.”

For the entire weekend, it was very eccentric when he exchanged hugs, handshakes and friendly words with Jeter, Jorge Posada and Mariano Rivera, future Hall of Famers who played under Torre during his 12-year tenure and were accustomed to his presence.

Every player with long tenures who are still wearing pinstripes misses Torre, but understands that baseball is a business as the Yankees normally make offseason moves to overhaul a rotation and batting order and minimize failures, erecting around big-name players by pampering them with a huge salary.

The good news is that Torre and A-Rod found a remedy for all their issues. But the bad news is that the Dodgers blew a four-run lead in the ninth as the Yankees surged for the shocking 8-6 win in a mind-blowing comeback.

More importantly, Torre and A-Rod put the rift behind them.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

LeBron “Akron Hammer” James to Find a Place In Consideration Of a Legacy


LeBron “Akron Hammer” James, as we all know, has left and gone on free agency from the Cleveland Cavaliers. In ways, this is an opportunity to gain his legacy and to make and finalize a legacy of his diligence, where he will be known and where he will settle for any further mistakes.




This is an opportunity to unveil the real LeBron James. To un-sheath his power of basketball and to be known and settle with a legacy of a lifetime and to be known as one of the greatest players to even join the NBA. He is to be known as that team’s Michael Jordan.



His greatest options are places without a legacy and without fame in this era. His best two options are the New York Knicks and the the New Jersey Nets. They are awfully close areas, but are providing a great chance and any further consolation to be acceptable.



These places are places that have nothing on them and are in need of great players to rank up and to be known and common. If LeBron turns down these opportunities and talks to maybe Phil Jackson, he is only making an amazing team better.



This is a legitimate fact of almost making the NBA one team like the Los Angeles Lakers. If you have the best players already on one of the best teams, it would be more sensible to the fact that there are other teams out there fishing and paying from their nose to find great players and considerably from the Lakers.



Now if you know for a fact that you are one of the best players in the NBA, like LeBron James, and apparently you have a team having a sexual relationship with your mom and exposing the fact everywhere, you really need to leave. LeBron the only key player on the team is being treated like this and on top of that is doing everything for them.



Shame on the team and more recently Delonte West.



This is not a team: this is a group of people ruining his life and taking advantage of him. Now this is also why and one of the main causes he is leaving (which is a great decision).



He is doing everything he can to build his legacy and trying to do most of the work to help them and to rescue them from bad exposers. But if this is happening and he is very fond of it. The crucial facts that are revolving around him and it’s about time he put his foot down to show who he is.



He can go to nice team like the New York Knicks or possibly the New Jersy Nets and create a bond with the team and be a legend and create a legacy for further remembrance and great possibilities.



For the past years, he has been busting his life for a legacy and to be known as a great player, but apparently he is come up to be only a regular player. He does not blend in if you’ve watched a Cleveland Cavaliers game. He is scoring the others are only passers and helpers.



He didn’t choose it to be like that and now he is coming to a legacy there, but if the personal problems keep firing and destroying his career like that, it is now over.



He has a bit a legacy there, but if he goes and approaches the other two teams, he will be a successful legacy creator. He will have his own legacy, and be known for such diligence and greatness and sportsmanship. He will have truly become a legend in just a matter of time.



But there are steps in doing this and it is a long process, too, at the same time. It calls for patience and the ability to prove a great man inside.



Step One





First, he has to find the right team and decide on how he is going to find the light. He will have to work his way to a well known and diligent player.



Step Two





Gain a bond and well understand of your team and players, because the next thing you know the sexual relationship will backfire. You don’t want your team to be too tumultuous to you but you have to show them who you are. Your inner character.



Step Three





Be yourself, so then people remember your legacy as your true self and not a reenactment of Michael Jordan. From there, keep repeating these steps as you have frequently done throughout your career of playing. But making it a more legitimate and nice relationship with everyone.



Step Four





Continue and make your crowds scream and cry with joy when they see you, and go crazy if they don’t. Make your life a great one and your legacy has been approved.



Now that he has already started, LeBron James is a smart and well played man, but he is going to have to think about every decision because he doesn’t want to be on free agency every year. He is a rare and very valuable player, and people will die for his knack ability.



This will bring out more fans, and soon, he will be another legend in the history of the NBA. It is a great tactic, and it can be used throughout many situations, and especially in LeBron James position.



Now with his head start, lets see where he’s scheduled for the future of his talent and ability to take the court down by himself.



Now it is just time for a great response, and lets see where LeBron “Akron Hammer/King” James settles!



LeBron “Akron Hammer” James, as we all know, has left and gone on free agency from the Cleveland Cavaliers. In ways, this is an opportunity to gain his legacy and to make and finalize a legacy of his diligence, where he will be known and where he will settle for any further mistakes.




This is an opportunity to unveil the real LeBron James. To un-sheath his power of basketball and to be known and settle with a legacy of a lifetime and to be known as one of the greatest players to even join the NBA. He is to be known as that team’s Michael Jordan.



His greatest options are places without a legacy and without fame in this era. His best two options are the New York Knicks and the the New Jersey Nets. They are awfully close areas, but are providing a great chance and any further consolation to be acceptable.



These places are places that have nothing on them and are in need of great players to rank up and to be known and common. If LeBron turns down these opportunities and talks to maybe Phil Jackson, he is only making an amazing team better.



This is a legitimate fact of almost making the NBA one team like the Los Angeles Lakers. If you have the best players already on one of the best teams, it would be more sensible to the fact that there are other teams out there fishing and paying from their nose to find great players and considerably from the Lakers.



Now if you know for a fact that you are one of the best players in the NBA, like LeBron James, and apparently you have a team having a sexual relationship with your mom and exposing the fact everywhere, you really need to leave. LeBron the only key player on the team is being treated like this and on top of that is doing everything for them.



Shame on the team and more recently Delonte West.



This is not a team: this is a group of people ruining his life and taking advantage of him. Now this is also why and one of the main causes he is leaving (which is a great decision).



He is doing everything he can to build his legacy and trying to do most of the work to help them and to rescue them from bad exposers. But if this is happening and he is very fond of it. The crucial facts that are revolving around him and it’s about time he put his foot down to show who he is.



He can go to nice team like the New York Knicks or possibly the New Jersy Nets and create a bond with the team and be a legend and create a legacy for further remembrance and great possibilities.



For the past years, he has been busting his life for a legacy and to be known as a great player, but apparently he is come up to be only a regular player. He does not blend in if you’ve watched a Cleveland Cavaliers game. He is scoring the others are only passers and helpers.



He didn’t choose it to be like that and now he is coming to a legacy there, but if the personal problems keep firing and destroying his career like that, it is now over.



He has a bit a legacy there, but if he goes and approaches the other two teams, he will be a successful legacy creator. He will have his own legacy, and be known for such diligence and greatness and sportsmanship. He will have truly become a legend in just a matter of time.



But there are steps in doing this and it is a long process, too, at the same time. It calls for patience and the ability to prove a great man inside.



Step One





First, he has to find the right team and decide on how he is going to find the light. He will have to work his way to a well known and diligent player.



Step Two





Gain a bond and well understand of your team and players, because the next thing you know the sexual relationship will backfire. You don’t want your team to be too tumultuous to you but you have to show them who you are. Your inner character.



Step Three





Be yourself, so then people remember your legacy as your true self and not a reenactment of Michael Jordan. From there, keep repeating these steps as you have frequently done throughout your career of playing. But making it a more legitimate and nice relationship with everyone.



Step Four





Continue and make your crowds scream and cry with joy when they see you, and go crazy if they don’t. Make your life a great one and your legacy has been approved.



Now that he has already started, LeBron James is a smart and well played man, but he is going to have to think about every decision because he doesn’t want to be on free agency every year. He is a rare and very valuable player, and people will die for his knack ability.



This will bring out more fans, and soon, he will be another legend in the history of the NBA. It is a great tactic, and it can be used throughout many situations, and especially in LeBron James position.



Now with his head start, lets see where he’s scheduled for the future of his talent and ability to take the court down by himself.



Now it is just time for a great response, and lets see where LeBron “Akron Hammer/King” James settles!




U.S. Preeminent Run Magnetized Soccer, but Will It Last?

They were emotionally hyped and adored a surreal moment that believably seemed genuine, the glorious feel-good story that appeared mesmerizing at a time all populace jumped onto the bandwagon to embrace an infatuating portrait.

But now, a casual fan will return to the regularly scheduled programs by watching reruns of CSI or the Simpsons, as television ratings will drastically descend after the United States chase for the beautiful prize came to an end so miserably.

All over the nation, the locals in most cities crowded the sports bars and sat in front of the nearest television to witness the improbable that suddenly faded in a disappointing 2-1 loss to Ghana in the Round of 16 of the captivating World Cup. Because soccer is a foreign activity beloved worldwide but not nationwide, it won’t ever merit a mutual perception or a large portion of entertained fans.


As a nation, we cherish football more than we eulogize futbol, unless of course, the United States is riding a miraculous journey while on a mission to not only attain the unimaginable, but also popularize the diminishing sport of soccer. This time, in an every four year event, the U.S. was successful, galvanizing us to watch a languid event in America and was supposed to implode in the early stages of the tournament.

But it apparently was the most enjoyable drama since New Orleans threw a party on Bourbon Street to laud the Saints for winning its first ever Super Bowl in franchise history, after pulling off the unthinkable against the Indianapolis Colts.

This time, however, we may have witnessed the healthiest soccer tale in U.S. history, thrilled and proud of the historical goal that salvaged pride. In the greatest soccer story that was heartwarming to a large population in the States, the great people witnessed patriotism and persistence, different from four years ago when the United States were inexperience and unsuccessful.

It was merely a subpar team that fizzled in meeting standards, traditionally jeered for the harrowing insults following an agonizing loss. From all the helpless struggles, to the insulting stories, to the bad reputations, the United States devalued the excitement of soccer in a country where it’s unpopular and renounced.

The matches were beneficial and valuable for improving the growth of an unhealthy sport, and were dramatic to the causal supporters. It was only thrilling to watch with the presence of the Americans, seeing whether or not the U.S. could secure a miracle in South Africa.

Really after the Americans were eliminated and sent home by the last Africa team standing, the nation returns back to normalcy and prefers to observe a much-improved baseball season or patiently wait for football season. Few couldn’t care less about the World Cup here in the states, after the Americans were ousted in the Round of 16.

That bothers the growth of soccer in the United States, that defines the typical American as a casual fan, and that describes the average native as a minority in comparison to other countries. As it seems, we may never know if soccer will mount or largely produce a creation of passionate soccer stars in the United States, other than manufacture a quantity of amateurish players.

Greater than ever, the U.S. excited those from Seattle to Los Angeles to Dallas to Kansas City and to New York, boosting television ratings for a growing fan base witnessing a seminal moment in soccer. The game became a part of social life and inspired Americans to travel overseas, believing in a miracle, worldwide recognition and an indelible moment in U.S. history, a theory for eclipsing misconception.

By wrongly misunderstanding of what the sport offered and signified in other countries, the Americans taunted the U.S. for inferiority and insufficiencies in an every four year event, as the local tabloids ripped the United States of poor performances. Across the nation, it expanded realization for a nation satisfied with the U.S. prosperity, despite struggling to prevail past the Round of 16.

There was clear evidence that the Americans were talented and athletic, saving a heartfelt feeling of pride and spirit in a nation that hadn’t became attached, but now coach Bob Bradley has some answering because of his outlandish lineup moves.


Every way, that is, Ghana was the better opponent with explosiveness, assertiveness and ambition. It turns out the Americans were jingoistic, but weren’t durable enough to outlast Ghana. Beside the stereotypical chatter, there were periods in the game when the U.S. looked fatigued and sluggish, particularly in the beginning the Ghanaians exploded with the early stunner and took advantage of the United States porous defense.

The most compelling tournament came to an end, when an exhausted and slower Ghana terrified the U.S. in overtime. Three minutes in overtime, the sensational star of Ghana, Asamoah Gyan booted the game-winning goal, breaking the hearts of U.S. captain Carlos Bocanegra.

“We tried to push and push,” Bocanegra said. “I don’t know if we just didn’t have anything left because we had been pushing so much the entire tournament.”

With a multitude of young people living in an era when all sports are regarded, it could have uplifted the image in a narrow-minded country that really wasn’t introduced or developed an aura in the unsought game of soccer.

Will soccer ever survive in America or will people unwelcome the sport? Not a bad question, considering that the country has stared at one of the world’s greatest athletes. Some will argue Landon Donovan is one of the greatest American sporting figures, remembered for the remarkable, game-winning goal during stoppage time in World Cup history against Algeria to qualify for the Round of 16.

He scored on a penalty kick that sent the game to overtime tied 1-1. He has a U.S. record of five goals at the World Cup, and 45 in international play alone. It was a heartbreaker, however, when Donovan exchanged jerseys with a Ghana player and walked off the field and sat on the bench and hung his head, literally disillusioned over the grieving defeat.

“If we’re a little less na├»ve tonight, we would have advanced,” said Donovan. “I said all along this was a young team and a relatively inexperienced team at this level.”

He’s a valuable player on the United States National team and the best American soccer player ever. If he wasn’t at his best, he wouldn’t have converted on the penalty kick or saved the U.S. with his mesmerizing goal. It’s a privilege to watch a 28-year old soccer assassin be the superior one in his prime and record incomparable milestones in the world-class event. But it wasn’t enough to knock off Ghana in the elimination rounds as the United States were defeated by the Ghanaians for the second straight World Cup, mourning another disappointing scenario after inspiring the nation with bravery and heroism.

“A stinging, tough defeat,” said Bradley, who has been criticized for his lineup changes.

But it was a sense of humanity for a country that pride itself on soccer, with former President Bill Clinton and Mick Jagger sitting in the stands, discovering a memorable moment in U.S. soccer history. But unfortunately, the soccer gimmick and phase may actually dematerialize with the Americans’ falling at the worse possible time and missing out on the semifinals, a round the U.S. hasn’t advanced to since the first World Cup in 1930.


The reality of this story is that the Americans lost, while having an extremely talented and experienced group. They had all the elements to win, surrounded by the heroics of Tim Howard, one of the best goalkeepers in the world and Clint Dempsey one of the greatest defenders. But none of it mattered once the U.S. suffered a loss, wasting a shot at reaching a pinnacle in a sport our country isn’t known for delivering glory.

It was possible, at least it seemed that way, until the Americans encountered Ghana in an elimination round. It’s hard to ignore and forget a seminal moment, but will soccer remain popular in this country? Judging patriotism, it’s hard to tell how an American visualizes sports.

It remains whether or not soccer will last permanently or temporarily.

Friday, June 25, 2010

U.S. Channels Captivating Scene In World Cup As Our Nation Believes

For most cities in a nation, sporting events draw much buzz and excitement and enthusiastic sports fanatics have gathered at local pubs to cheer on the U.S. National Soccer Team. The casual fans have diminished the biggest tournament that happens every four years, but now a large portion of the world’s population closely glance at the most popular sporting event globally.

All over the world, soccer is greatly observed and idolized as a cultural convention, alluring the minds of children who eventually become attach and benefits from a civilized activity.

But in a nation where soccer is downplayed and forgotten, as folks are merely paranoid and brainwashed by David Beckham, a gorgeous soccer star known as a celebrity and for his sex appeal, selling the sport of soccer based on his fame and endorsed products, we are suddenly believers and grateful to witness the U.S. attain the unprecedented.

All the populace are raving specifically about soccer in the slowest months of the sports seasons, willing to immerse in the global landscape. With the latest finish in a historic fashion, the U.S defied logic, for once, rising as a hallowed favorite to contend in the World Cup. Frankly, there’s no longer a suggestion of skepticism or disgrace, but a feeling of intuition and certainty, shunning the traditional flaws.


Here in America sports is one thing. But soccer, of course, is another. Because my instincts tell me it’s a sport that never seemed mesmerizing to the average citizen residing in the states, we are stuck to believe that there is no consensus. Then again, this is a more agog age in sports, meaning the average devotee is satisfied watching men tear back and forth down the field wearing cleats and shorts, while dripping sweat and standing around exhausted during a long-lasting contest.

This is greatly a country that never cared about the dying sport. This is a game that never absorbed much attention, considering that futbol isn’t football, but a boring festivity without action-packed tackles and muscular hits most are accustomed to seeing in the fall and winter months. Think of it as foosball, a strategic tabletop game that you find often in arcades.

Point is, the foosball table rarely generates a crowd as pinball tables or electronic video games rally a large assembly. And it even seems like soccer is the version of the foosball table in a nation that treasures a physical and brutal game. That is football, of course, not futbol.

But all things were viewed differently and veered instantly, following the Americans' thrilling win against Algeria Wednesday night, with Landon Donovan booting a game-winning, a historical goal in the 91st minute to propel the U.S. to a 1-0 shutout. Never did we suspect the Americans to fulfill a miracle or even advance to the Round of 16, knowing they had a highly talented and crafty national team with coveted and goal-oriented stars.

If this is a sport played universally, then we should acknowledge the emergence and intensity of the Americans, vehemently competing with spirit, strong character and humanity. For the moment, the U.S. is confronted with immense expectations for meeting uncommon standards, bringing a sense of pride and installing aspiration in a subsiding activity.

What’s very heartwarming is that the guys representing a patriotic homeland are classy and dynamic, giving us reason to believe as the world is convinced to give the entire core the benefit of the doubt. It’s a miracle to some extent that the U.S. is stronger than ever and has mellowed as an indomitable crew.

You can recall when the Americans were lackluster and too inexperienced. You can recall when the boys were hopeless and voiceless, disillusioned for failing to correct all the botches and disadvantages.

All this happened four years ago, a doleful moment when Donovan was inexperienced and hadn’t developed as an inspirational force. All this happened last decade, a depressing time when the whole team was fearful and timidity.

Four years later, this is a soccer team with guts and bravery, excelling on the high emotions of Jozy Altidore, Clint Dempsey, Donovan, and ultimately, Tim Howard, who is arguably one of the greatest goalkeepers worldwide.


Can they win it all? It’s very likely. Do you believe? If you don’t, you should believe in the Americans. The magnitude of winning and outlasting all teams to be presented with the beautiful cup could amplify the growth of a mediocre tournament and erode a relentless farce. With three matches alone, the Americans renounced an imperfect tradition and have verified a beloved tradition by performing with stamina, persistence and energy.

By virtue, the U.S. isn’t vulnerable or effortless in eliminating from contention, fighting off its weaknesses and has been charming without hearing critics define the Americans as obscure and embarrassing to the states, but instead credible of capping a miracle.

There have been six consecutive World Cup appearances, including a final-eight in 2002 for the U.S., and during each contest we never brought together a friendly cult as fans are urged to celebrate historic marks and remarkable plateaus, wishing for the happiest ending in American soccer history.

Each casual fan has rejoiced in this enormous moment in American sports, larger than the Winter Games in Vancouver it seems. Although we live on a continent that doesn’t adore soccer nor share gratefulness and admiration, we have rapidly opened a chapter and turned it into a beautiful story.

Currently, the U.S. is ranked 18 places higher worldwide than Ghana, and has six straight World Cup appearances. In other words, the Americans aren’t the underdog or vulnerable, but have parity and gifted athletes to manhandle the team from Africa. In fact, the U.S. has an easier road than any other team in the World Cup.

Do the Americans a favor -- applause and appreciate what they have accomplished during a watchful tournament. Do the U.S. a favor, and honor its success and wish for the best.

It’s very possible that the U.S. can win the World Cup, but it’s hard to imagine the Americans turning it into a popular sport here in the States.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Landon Donovan Is Worth the Publicity for Saving U.S. With Historic Goal


Aside from all the disgrace and uncertainty hovering over the heads of the U.S. in soccer, the one sport Americans aren’t culturally equipped in dominating or feeling a consensus belief, there’s an ethical understanding that the U.S. is actually a talented and sumptuous team, built to install a sense of pride in the hearts of all the individuals in America.

They were waiting for something special and witnessed an extravaganza that materialized in one of sports biggest events, escaping all the unlovely publicity, the everlasting stereotyping and ridiculing, and the lousy performances before the humiliation turned massively repulsive.

For a long time, the team here in the States has been degraded by propaganda and for underachieving on a global setting, vastly tumbled for the hopeless letdowns at an exhausting game that requires much zealous and consistency.


It’s a mutual feeling that soccer is unpopular in America, and remains as a disregarded sport, roughly is unseen and ignored as an elite sport, but a world-class competition in most countries. The typical fan is probably familiar with David Beckham, a big-name soccer star who’s famous for his features and his cologne, a product available in department stores as a hot item.

But it isn’t the same results for the gifted sport that he plays, when he’s not behaving as a celebrity who walks on the red carpet where he’s gunned down by paparazzi for the latest photo shot to feature in the recent issue of tabloids.

As it stands, he’s not the only famous soccer star after all, when the heroics of Landon Donovan converted on a game-winning goal in stoppage time Wednesday evening. He has brought much joy to Team USA, transforming the landscape of competition and expunging the misfortune.

He has inserted much aspiration, and is thrilled to contend at the highest level in the World Cup and compete with a believable mindset and an initiative to travel back home with the gleaming prize by the end of the tournament, though implications and challenges are very uncompromising.


And lastly, he may have revived a dying sport in the states by luring the causal fan to the World Cup, as the masses are willing to blow obnoxiously from a vuvuzela horn that sounds like a swarm of bees are buzzing around the locale.

It’s very appealing to see that Team USA has a hero, a virtuous leader who symbolizes the nature of soccer in a patriotic nation, enthusiastic to formulate a bonding attachment as the game becomes more evident and catches the eye of spectators when our players are on a mission to accomplish the unprecedented.

Although the organizers should be credited for marketing and publicizing its product nationwide after agreeing in a deal to televise its event on ESPN, a network that has impacted the growth nationally, Donovan should be a noteworthy name worshipped for his historic goal that will leave a mark in U.S. history eternally.

He salvaged an entire nation with his incredible feat and protected pride to defy logic in a historical sequence. What he did was indiscernible, unbelievable, special, breathtaking, extraordinary, unforgivable, wonderful and memorable, all assessable words needed to describe a sensational time.

At the threshold of the World Cup, he was smothered with a tremendous amount of pressure and had the highest expectations, unlike his teammates on the U.S. team.

As of recently, he shines on the beautiful stage and dominates the green surfaces of South Africa, with his keen footwork, agility and consciousness, knowing he has a shot at strengthening the reputation in the states.

If you missed it all, he was easily seen in the right place at the right time and scored the must-needed goal in the 91st minute to their only game in the group. Had he not scored, the Americans would have finished empty-handed, yet in other draw that they couldn’t afford.

Had he not fired one through the nets, the team wouldn’t have won or seized the three points that were necessary to advance to the Round of 16. The American traditional of failure or vulnerability no longer exists for which the U.S. isn’t vulnerable or an easy ouster, especially when it’s fortune to have Donovan.

When he finished and prevailed on a booted shot directly towards the net, which eased its way through the net to save the U.S. of agony and gloom, he was overjoyed and sprinted to the corner of the field where he was crowded by his teammates.

“I’ve been through a lot the last four years,” Donovan said. “I’m so glad it culminated in this way.”

It took a total team effort after Jozy Altidore charged and Clint Dempsey missed a well-designed shot, but even though he couldn’t convert, he had assistance from Donovan.

“Clint Dempsey did a good job to get in front of the goalie and it just bounced there,” Donovan said.

This is the wonderful story in American soccer, but can they continue to gleam remains a question. They’ll need strong play from goalkeeper Tim Howard, Altidore and Dempsey, who is ultimately a scoring element and a factor with more effectiveness, effort and, well, a little luck. But after topping Algeria 1-0, it’s easier to believe.

Four years ago, he was unproven and younger and still hadn’t developed into a primary star, but a lot has changed since then.

Many Americans believe. I believe, too.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

New Orleans Hornets Can't Trade Chris Paul, but Need Some Hype


Even in the midst of diverting and mystic trade conversations in the offseason, as we quickly are absorbing the buzz of the developing news and stunning results transpiring in the NBA, all temptations and rebuilding motives are surrounding Chris Paul, an explosive point guard with the competitive intangibles.

He would be mentioned as a potential star that the New Orleans Hornets are tempted in shopping, when he has brought mirth to a disillusioned town considering his elite competency, transforming the landscape and formulating a nucleus. It’s easy to realize that the Hornets are foolishly pondering whether or not to trade away a prolific floor general elsewhere, dispatching a three-time All-Star and the best point guard in the league.

The reality for a buzzing storyline involving a star player who is the heart and soul of the Hornets marketing project and a franchise seeking to rebuild as a worthy contender, is a brainteaser at a stage when organizations are retooling and assembling in transitions to upgrade a lowly status. Yet the likelihood of Paul’s possible trade is very unlikely, even though all the talk has initiated much speculation.

The good news is that the Hornets front office has no intentions or urgency in dealing the centerpiece of their franchise. General manager Jeff Bower insisted that he’s listening to every offer, but declined any possible trades and rebuffed to elaborate which teams inquired.


For now, the Hornets deny moving the marquee star, an indication that he’s still a top ingredient for the team’s blueprint. This pacifies worried fans, now curious to know if he’ll remain in a Hornets’ uniform come next season. In the meantime, the spotlight eschews the LeBron-Watch with all regards hovering over Paul, the pleasing leader who transformed the dynamics since departing from the college game.

It dawns on the franchise that they’ll lose much and be deprived of re-situating a down season. It’s an unwise exchange anytime a team foolishly decides to sell the best guard with promising attributes in the next five seasons. It’s parallel of trading for an unproven player or trading in a vehicle for an entertainment system. That’s just silly.

The ongoing speculations have struck basketball fanatics, and materialize as front page news and steals headlines over LeBron James free-agency signing in a few more weeks. The Hornets have our attention and are being publicized more than they were during a futile season.

In other words, it’s polite to recognized a gifted athlete, despite a history of injuries that has left his incipient career less fluctuate than durable, affecting a dicey progress of Paul orchestrating balance and vigor.

For one thing, the Hornets clearly know that if they are persuaded, they will be trading a beneficial conductor who creates advantages for his teammates by running the floor and moving the ball with his exquisite mobility and agility. There are multiple scenarios to notice in his imposing activities on the court that he maneuvers, especially if he’s healthy and hasty in manipulating the emotions in a contest.

Although he hasn’t been satisfied with the personnel measures within a single-minded organization, Paul has handled his differences with maturity and never demanded a trade or singled out his superiors. If the Hornets trade its top star, it would be a regrettable mistake, knowing that traditionally, NBA big-names aren’t an equalizer in trade values.

Before he suffered injuries, Paul was a top-five guard in the league. But it doesn’t mean he’s useless or debilitated, even when he has had trouble rehabilitating from severe blows. This is a ripening specimen, a player the league hasn’t seen in a long time, mysteriously becoming a blockbuster name in the trading sweepstakes this summer.

It’s most telling that Orlando, New York, and New Jersey have contacted the Hornets expressing interest in the availability of a dominant force, regarding the special uplifting of CP3. It’s not stunning that the Magic are willing in shopping an ungoverned and ineffectiveness Jameer Nelson to New Orleans as well as a useless Vince Carter, who both were impotent in the postseason after faltering on basketball’s biggest stage.

There’s no questioning that he’ll fittingly improve the inferior Knicks in Madison Square Garden, when team president Donnie Walsh cleared salary space to pursue James once he becomes a free agent on July 1. If he happened to land in New York, Paul will release pressure off a developing core and be surrounded by a youthful tandem in David Lee and Danilo Gallinari. It’s even fitting that he could be on the trading block and on his way to the Meadowlands for New Jersey’s guard Devin Harris.

Either way, this is basketball’s biggest conversation this summer, along with the LeBron sweepstakes that continuously makes us guess of where he’ll land and sign his next signature.

At this moment, he’s the offseason magnet, when it appeared that Paul’s job status with the Hornets was intact and when it looked as if his availability was out of discussion for at least another three years.

But he’s still under contract for three years, which is worth $49 million with a player option in the final year, at $17.7 million. And if you thought the Hornets have forgotten about Paul averaging 19.4 points and 9.9 assists in his first four seasons in the league, think again. Although he missed the final 37 games with problematic knee and ankle injuries, the Hornets know what type of player they possess and would be mindless to sell him to a desperate NBA market.

By next season, he is expected to be fully robust and make a strong recovery, most likely in New Orleans, a place he likes to call home. But the Hornets are willing to entertain trade offers because of the prodigy of Darren Collison, a prosperous guard who filled in well and impressed everyone in a dazzling rookie season.

However, in reality, the first-rate star is Paul. And they are fools if they send the best point guard away.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Lakers Wild-Swinging Block Party Provokes Dynasty


LOS ANGELES--As a glamorous parade crowded and journeyed through Figueroa Street, on an overcastted afternoon that suddenly brightened into sunny skies, the Lakers superstars rode down the street, waving and expressing their appreciation with thousands of Lakers faithful.

There were vibes wandering in the players, coaching staff, and rabid fans' minds that Team Hollywood can repeat.

There's a probable chance that the Lakers can return to prominence and win back-to-back-to-back trophies. Confetti would fall from the rafters at Staples Center, the team would loft a gleaming trophy and add a 17th banner inside the much-publicized scene in Los Angeles.

Wearing a stylish Black Mamba T-shirt, Kobe Bryant waved and gestured genially and lifted the Larry O’Brien trophy, delighted and impressed with the turnaround. He shared a memorable day and a piece of historic masterpieces with the gracious populace who jubilated in peace and unity.

It’s always a surreal dream to witness Bryant, whose hospitable smile warmed the emotions of lifelong Lakers fans who've never had the privilege of seeing the greatest player on earth in person.


For all the heart and talent they showed, the Lakers were discovered Monday afternoon touring the town in a well-deserving joyride, maneuvering in two flat-bed trucks that hijacked most of the streets in downtown to give way to the festivities.

In the wake of sustaining back-to-back triumphs after winning their 16th title in franchise history, pulling closer to their nemesis the Boston Celtics 17 championships, the most among any NBA franchise, the Lakers are focusing on repeating again.

Judging by the depth, size and talent, Team LA can remain famous in a town where celebrities are embraced and overexposed at times.

And of course, we want to disconnect from all the shame and heartless idiots who are spiritless in a community where dumbasses riot the town instead of celebrating with pride and dignity.

If the hardest thing in sports is to win three times in a row, then the Lakers are stuck with high expectations. They're already predicted as next year's team to beat.

It surely was an indicator last week, when Bryant had an abysmal shooting night, missing numerous jumpers in a particularly poor performance.

But with the contributions from his lofty supporting cast, the Lakers survived and outlived the reinforced Celtics with perseverance and stamina, strengthening all blemishes to erase frailty that almost devastated a promising season.

This could have been the season that the defending champions were dethroned for apathy and botches during an obscure playoff run.

Fact is, if the Lakers blueprint is to avoid another season of fiascoes and remain in the postseason picture without suffering the early ouster, the Buss family may want to persuade Phil Jackson to remain Lakers head coach and would be wise to retain the Zen Master.

As we know, he’s the most accomplished coach in sports history, owning 11 championship rings, more than any professional coach throughout history. In his exquisite career, he has been fortunate to mold and cultivate big-name superstars with incredible talent and unparalleled achievements, in the legendary Michael Jordan and now the intellectual Bryant.

The Lakers are assembling a dynasty during an era where stars are burgeoning as primer megastars and competition is steeper than ever. In reality, it’s common to believe that the Lakers are the favorites entering next season, and are bound to repeat glory as top contenders with Bryant looking for another ring.

If so, he’ll become the most decorated player in the NBA among a unique core that is recognized for the number of championships and superlative competitors who never back down without a hard-fought battle in the postseason.

For those adoring the Lakers, a franchise with mystique and fame because of its purity and astounding wins over the years, realistically tells us that they are contending at the highest level, starving and energized to add another prize to a beautiful collection of hardware.

It's true that Bryant and Pau Gasol are under contracts for a long time, and a flourishing supporting cast continues to develop and mellow, thriving as an invincible and uncontrollable core, finally releasing the softness and inactiveness conscience.

Yet there’s no other team in the league with a pair of skyscrapers in Gasol and Andrew Bynum, a seven-foot center who has been hindered a bit with injuries, but has come on strong for the Lakers in the postseason by establishing as a dominant post player in the middle.

He blocked shots, bullied opposing players and grabbed rebounds, making the contest easier for Gasol, who seemed more efficacious whenever Bynum had a stellar performance. The issue is whether Jackson will return next season or sign a deal elsewhere or even retire and call it a career after accomplishing more than the average coach.

Before he announces a return, he’ll take a couple of months to ponder his decision and monitor his health status. His natural motive would be to care for his health issues, which have battered him mentally and physically as his age and body language plays a role.

If he decides to retire, he’d depart on top, a rare scene transpiring in sports. Jackson is proving to be ailing and fatigued from an 82-game regular-season. But he’s accustomed to all the road travel and would strangely miss coaching or sharpening the minds of players with his psychological mind games.


By his presence, it motivates his players and helps controls Ron Artest, the weirdest and funniest man on the roster, leaving us with memories of his indelible press conference after clinching Game Seven of the NBA Finals.

More than any other Lakers’ megastar, he was excited to soak in his first championship and partake in a parade while flaunting his silliness during the celebration. This was arguably Jackson’s greatest season ever, one year folks will never forget, accomplishing the most accolades by grabbing 11 titles all-time.

You sense another celebration at the end of next season. But today alone, the Lakers shared the gratifying moment with well-behaved and delighted fans, witnessing the greatest player amid an exciting generation in Bryant, who wore his sunglasses with a knowledgeable persona.

“They’ve been fantastic,” Bryant said Monday following the parade. “I had a chance to relax and enjoy these old bones.”

He can recall hearing undying “Thank yous” for avenging the devastating 2008 Finals loss to their foes Boston. The screaming fans were filled with happiness and really touched Bryant.

“It was more emotion,” Bryant said.

One fan lofted a sign that read “This is Kobe’s Town!” “Back 2 Back Without Shaq!”

If the Lakers anticipate more emotion and unforgettable moments, then bringing back Jackson is in the cards.

Michael Jordan: Greatest Basketball Player Ever On The Face Of The Earth

Martial Arts had Bruce Lee, hip hop had Tupac Shakur, music had Elvis Presley, jokes had Chuck Norris, football had Jim Brown, radio has Howard Stern, and comedy had Richard Pryor.

And basketball?

Basketball had Michael Jordan.

Coming out of North Carolina, Jordan was deemed for success, being drafted by the Chicago Bulls with the third pick of the 1984 NBA Draft.

Jordan was picked behind Portland Trail Blazers' Sam Bowie, who would later be pronounced as one of the biggest busts in NBA history. He is known for "that guy being picked ahead of MJ."

Jordan would finish his career as an easy, first-ballot Hall-of-Famer with 32,292 points, 6,672 rebounds, and 5,633 assists.

Jordan would stop for nothing.

He will never quit.

He will never give up.

If you mess with him, he'll make sure you will suffer on the court. Not only the court, but anywhere. He did it when he gambled and he tried doing it in baseball.

He led the Bulls to a 72-10 record, what can you ask more? He can lead a team by himself. And at 36 years of age, he won his sixth and final championship.

Jordan would then become the Washington Wizards' general manager. With that, the Wizards started to struggle. And it came to him.

He had to make a final comeback.

Jordan was then announced back as an NBA player. He was a 39-year-old, certified baller for Washington. I remember that when Jordan was gone with the injuries and his knee, the Wizards struggled.

A 40-year-old man is that important to such a young team.

Though Jordan never reached Finals, let alone the playoffs, with the Wizards, it marked that he was the best because he can average over 25 points a game even at such an old age.

It's very rare seeing that happen.

It's even more rare seeing a 40-year-old guy drop 50 points on a guy 20 years younger than him.

And it saddens me when people compare LeBron James or Kobe Bryant to him. Those closest those people are to MJ are by twenty miles.

I was reading a great piece by Isaiah Montoya at BleacherReport.com. He wrote about Jordan's career from 32-to-40 years of age. And if he just played his whole career with just 32-to-40, Kobe or LeBron still wouldn't be better than him.

That's how awesome his Airness was.

Jordan is now a golfer, but he still competes. He is also the owner of the Charlotte Bobcats, in where he was seen footage of himself owning the players on the team's roster.

So, there you have it.

Even at 47 years of age, Jordan can still ball.

Jordan is just too too good. In his 15-year-career, he had six titles and 32,000 points. I just can't see another player accomplishing that feat. So for those of you basketball dumbass fans that think Kobe is better than MJ, take a look at this between their careers:

Michael Jordan (through 15 seasons): 32,000 points, six titles, 10 scoring titles

Kobe Bryant (through 14 seasons): 25,000 points, five titles, two scoring titles

Along with that, Jordan was a five-time regular-season MVP and a six-time Finals' MVP. Kobe was a one-time regular-season MVP and a two-time Finals' MVP.

I bet you that Jordan could take a squad like Pau Gasol, Lamar Odom, Andrew Bynum, Derek Fisher, etc. to the Finals every year and win. Kobe couldn't even do that.

Some examples are the 2004 NBA Finals and the 2008 NBA Finals. Kobe is 5-2 in the Finals and Jordan is a solid 6-0.

Do I need to add any more to this little debate?

There was also a video leaked on the Internet of Jordan shooting a free throw with his eyes close, giving a warm-welcome to Dikembe Mutombo in his rookie year.

Here's a comment I read from Dale Sagen at BleacherReport.com in a response to Jon Star's article:

If Kobe Bryant stays in the league for 4 more solid years, 2 more average years, wins 2 more championships (at least 1 without Phil), has 2 clutch signature championship moments, 1 more League MVP, remains aggressive on defense, and tops Kareem's points record, then we can begin the debate.

So stop the debate with this. Michael Jordan will forever be the best. He changed sports. He invented a lot of things. He changed the new era of basketball.

But when it all goes down, nobody will ever be better than Michael Jordan on the whole planet.

Enough said.

I could go on and on with this topic.

Michael Jordan: The Greatest Ever.

Tiger's Legacy Marked Eternally, Falters to Recoil Astounding Landmark

PEBBLE BEACH, Calif.--It appears as if he qualifies for a career as a porn star, known for dropping his pants to expose his penis as the world labeled him as a serial cheater, attracting nearly all bimbos with his freaky double-life.

From most perspectives, he’s despised for committing malignant transgressions against his family and wife, Elin, after it became evident that he had extramarital affairs, badly ruining his credibility among peers and spectators sitting in the galleries to witness the world’s greatest golfer.

Eventually the bitterness will revoke all attention and mend believability for the transcendent athlete on the planet, but he’ll always be described as a sex-addict by the resentful populace who cannot stand Tiger Woods for his poor judgment.


Half of the people hate an iconic golfer, once known as the inimitable role model who runs an educational center for children, unforgiving of his sex scandal that has ravaged an idolized career.

He almost responded with the best performance since his eight-month intermission while rehabilitating his surgical repaired knee, and his opprobrious sex scandal that unmasked the contemptuous side of Eldrick Woods.

As it happened, he aroused the crowd in the gallery when he fired a remarkable 3-wood shot that soared over the Pacific Ocean, traveled 250 feet and landed on the greenery and rolled 15 past the hole Saturday.

Seemingly, it led to a two-putt giving Woods his third straight birdie for a 5-under 66, tied for the lowest round in the U.S. Open and trailed five shots behind Dustin Johnson, an indecisive leader who collapsed on the charming surface of Pebble Beach on Father’s Day.


While thousands surrounded the green pulling for a tattered Woods Sunday, he absolutely lost balance in an enthralling tournament, bringing back memories of his lousy and hopeless letdown at the Masters and leaving behind grievance entering the Open.

Faced with the similarities from Augusta, it wasn’t a scene of madness involving the chaotic media when swarming reporters questioned Woods about the status of his irreparable marriage and disgraceful scandals that dented a dynamic career.

For much of the afternoon, the Open belonged to the biggest names, such as Woods, his nemesis Phil Mickelson and Ernie Els, but neither of the high-profile golfers prevailed in the grandest moment of the tournament, faltering on the final day.

This was the happiest ended on the coast for the unlikeliest winner Graeme McDowell, defeating runner-up Gregory Havret, two European golfers who survived the likings of the supreme stars of the tournament near the beautiful shores in California.

In a competition Woods transcended, like when he once dominated the fairways with a fiery mindset that he could win his first major title this year and move within legend Jack Nicklaus’ record of 14 major titles, he almost rejoiced in triumph before falling out of the spotlight.

It’s clearly easy to fathom that his time to win seemed perfect on Father’s Day, a day he reflects on the memorable moments with his late father, Earl Woods, who would have scolded and been very disillusioned with his son’s sickness of wrongly cheating on his wife after raising him to be a family-oriented man.


That’s certainly the truth when his father demanded strong character with his influential principles, but arrogantly, Tiger had an unmanageable and disloyal demeanor, ignoring his father’s ethical structures for his poor conduct.

As he ballooned near the top of the leaderboard with a 4-over 75 to tie with Mickelson at 3 over, Woods returned to a gratifying position and heightened his chances of winning the Open.

But unfortunately, he gaffed. He looked unbeatable, but he was beatable. He stared furiously, but he looked petrified. He had it, but he fell. He was a rising star, but crumbled as a fallen star. If he expects to win another major title, he’ll have to close it out strongly and not deteriorate on the final day when competition is vital.

Realistically, it’s the one sport requiring momentum and a tough-driven mental attitude, but he still hasn’t fully escaped or recovered from the tainted scandal, desperately trying to mend his impaired marriage.

There’s a sense that Tiger doesn’t have the urge or mindset, worried about salvaging a damaged relationship. The tabloids are still revealing disheartening chronicles about alleged mistresses, and there’s no doubt that he’s marked as a sexual criminal for the rest of his life with a polluted legacy, which is corroded forever.

This would be the appropriate time to admit that Tiger is gently fading out of the picture, faltering and tarnishing as the invincible and impeccable icon all people admired, including children before he foolishly lived a deceitful and insidious lifestyle. He’s not the same Tiger we once knew after he became known as a Tiger, looking for the women in the Woods.

The craziest thing is that we gaze at him like a villain, the bad man with immoralities and lack of respect for women. It’s far more fascinating, and even more annoying, that he owns all the limelight for being described as narcissism and the most polarizing athlete of his infidelity. He said that he’s practicing Buddhism. So maybe he learned the values of acting as a true family man and not a sex-addict.

He spent ample time in rehab to cure his sex-addiction, a mental disturbance that destroyed his legacy, career and family.

So maybe he now avoids pancake waitresses, porn stars, teenage girls, and any other wicked female with nothing better to do but have sexual activity with a star athlete, after losing out on something very priceless.

Besides, he’s an elite athlete often motivated to rise in the biggest occasion, but he continues to struggle at the sport that made him famous, rich and admired.

As Mickelson stumbled to win a national championship, Woods’ failed to close out his second major in a row with useless play in the final round. He finished tied for fourth, hopeless, disappointed and empty again, on the verge of finishing winless of a major in a full year.

Realizing that he has gone two years without winning a major title makes us believe he’s no longer the menacing athlete on the planet, but quickly approaching the end of a captivating and epic age when he greatly dominated the courses with his iron stick and brilliancy.

But as of lately, it’s Woods having the paltry majors on the fairways. He missed half the greens in his final round, bogeying the first hole and was mocked when someone hired a plane to advertise a banner that flown the skies and read “TIGER ARE YOU MY DADDY?”

He begins the day 1-under par before lifting to 4-over after 13 holes, but eventually deflated Sunday with an awful 75 and could have won by capitalizing on even-par.

It’s sad to utter that he’s an irrelevant name, dropping out of contention for his blunders and meltdowns. Not even third-round leader Johnson was relevant, who seemed in command with a three-shot lead and looked fearless and unflappable, but went back six shots following a double-bogey at one point and plunged quickly on the leaderboard.

Els was just as bad, losing and botching an astounding front nine and reached 3-under after eight holes. There was Mickelson, who could have one another major, but didn’t making the turn at even par and bogeyed three holes on the back nine to finish tied for fourth.

There was only one winner and his name was the mysterious McDowell, the guy of Northern Ireland and the first European to win the Open in 40 years on an unfriendly course, as Tiger’s uninspired outing disappointed the homeland when he played badly in front of an ecstatic crowd finally reconciling trust in a tumult athlete.

Considering that Woods was finally recovering and finding his identity once again as the world’s greatest golfer, think again. He’s nowhere near the world’s greatest golfer, but the world’s greatest porn star, maybe. Just call 1-800-LAP-DANCE to reach Mr. Woods.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Team Hollywood Thrills, Captures Revenge: Lakers Wins Indelible Classic


It’s almost titillating when a town embraces the top franchise in Hollywood, living in a town accustomed to winning championships, a triumphant ritual happening in a diverse community that assembles as a unified atmosphere, once the Los Angeles Lakers captures greatness and takes in euphoria.

Suddenly, the ideal ending came in a low-scoring Game 7, but a memorable showdown among two of the most hated rivals in sports as the purple and gold confetti fell, the team’s anthem was heard and the Lakers celebrated another glorious moment at home.

It’s a town famous for watching championship banners rise to the rafters, gazing at the sky to witness the purple and gold confetti fall from the ceilings, and now observed Kobe Bryant jump on the scorer’s table, shaking his fists and extended five fingers advertising that he won his fifth ring after the Lakers clinched its second straight championship.

“I just got one more than Shaq,” Bryant said after he won his fifth championship. “You can take that to the bank. You know how I am. I don’t forget anything.”

Thereafter, he leaped off the scorer’s table to meet and shake hands with Boston’s legendary Hall of Fame center Bill Russell, mostly smiling without revealing his frighten and intimidating scowl.

In the finest moment, a historic time in the existence of the Lakers, they were overjoyed and rejoiced as a team, releasing dismay and agony after a doleful 39-point loss in a distraught Game 6 at Boston two years ago.

At last, he’s not furious or has a bitter aftertaste about the Celtics, never erasing the memories of a depressing defeat that obliterated aspiration last time these two teams encountered a showdown.

Finally, the Lakers experienced heartfelt emotions, shedding tears of joy and uncontrollably jubilated in front of a boisterous crowd of non-celebs and celebrities.

This was a moment Jack Nicholson, the team’s cheerleader who has a personalized seat on the sidelines, applauded the Lakers and cheered loudly for his home town franchise.

This was a moment the enthusiastic town cherishing its basketball gathered around the inner and urban community to engage in a fairly pleasant celebration when Lakers supporters jived and party at the local sports bars and restaurants, despite the soulless idiots who poured onto Figueroa Ave., Flower Street, and Olympic Boulevard.

Shame on rowdy fans for such rebellious behavior by pathetically vandalizing vehicles and lighting one car on fire, refusing to celebrate with pride and dignity. Aside from all the embarrassment shaming the town, Bryant, who was named the Finals MVP for the second straight season, stood on the court with his wife, Vanessa, and had his two daughters on his shoulders, while accepting congratulations and embracing the moment.

For the first time in a seventh game of a series, he was frustrated and shot the ball poorly, harassed and forced to shoot as the Celtics defenders plotted the double-team and obstructed his mental toughness and capability in facilitating and burying shots during sequential shooting.

For a man who had an abysmal night, which included 23 points on six-for-24 shooting but an essential 15 rebounds, he still proved that he’s an authentic leader, the fiercest scorer on earth, and a godlike specimen with five rings, quickly moving closer of surmounting pass Michael Jordan.

Fact is, he’ll never be like MJ, but in this generation, he’s definitely the well-known brand name in professional basketball and glowing as the ravishing megastar within his prime on pace to win at least eight rings before he calls it a career.

As a beloved athlete and a rare breed in a league when his presence has magnetized the NBA, he’s an admirable icon who isn’t selfish or egocentric, but selfless and willing to lead by example and as a sophisticated leader.

But it’s fair to assume that he would not have won his fifth championship without a poised and powerful supporting cast.

Nevertheless, his legacy would have been in tatters and lofting another Larry O’Brien trophy would have been delayed, had the Lakers failed to beat the Celtics twice in his career during the finals.

Once known as the most polarizing figure in sports, he's now known as a noble symbol in the Lakers franchise, and probably will go down as the greatest player in franchise history, if not league history.

We now know he can win without Shaquille O’Neal. We now know he can reach a crescendo in his career with his transcendent title runs, aiming to surpass the legendary Jordan for the most titles as the greatest player to implement worthiness.

At times, it appeared that the Lakers weren’t worthy of winning because of awful shooting droughts and unwisely over dribbling on possessions, but eventually recovered and came back to salvage an 83-79 victory over the Boston Celtics to win its 16th championship, completing the final chapter of a thrilling rivalry in Game Seven.


Because the Lakers played with much heart and guts, they rallied from a 13-point deficit in the second-half and managed to overcome a potential nightmare of falling to the Celtics again in the most storied rivalry showdown. Had it not been for their toughness, bravery and earnestness, the Lakers could have loss out on sustaining its 16th franchise title.

Doing so, however, Derek Fisher won his fifth ring, Pau Gasol won his second, Ron Ron won his first after taking a pay cut and signed with the Lakers to win a championship, Lamar Odom won another won, and as a core the Lakers captured vengeance and redemption.

“We wanted it more,” said owner Jerry Buss.

There were towel-swinging fans chanting, “Kobe, Kobe,” imploring for Bryant to get involved and take over in a nerve-racking and tense showpiece. And with the Celtics leading by double-digits in the third quarter hope quickly dwindled.

Because the archrivals looked as if they were the stronger and hungrier team than the soft and passive Lakers throughout the game, Team Hollywood trailed by four points at the start of the fourth and trailed by three with fewer than seven minutes remaining.

“I’ll be really honest with you, I didn’t even hear them,” Bryant said of the crowd. “I was so tired my ears were ringing. They really were. It felt like it was six in the morning and I was on track running. I was just drained.”

The high-energy and deeper star power of the Lakers, including frequent trips to the charity strike, diminished any acceptance of likely beating and dethroning the defending champs.

While the team in L.A. had immeasurable talent, proving that it could purge the Celtics, Fisher’s heroics were useful when he lofted a three-pointer to tie it, Bryant’s late rebounding was a factor in the comeback when he converted on a pair of huge free throws and buried a jump shot over a pesky Ray Allen.

Yes, he was urged not to shoot. But in this game alone, Artest was the MVP, firing one risky three-pointer with 1:01 remaining to clinch a miraculous night and pop the champagne corks and wear the goggles before squirting the champagne in the locker room for a well-deserving victory party.

“I want to thank my psychiatrist,” said Artest who had 20 points.

Dismissed as an awful shooter, but cheered for his exemplary defensive-minded tactics, he told fans if the Lakers failed to win a championship, that he was the one to blame. Turns out, no one is to fault.

It was a disputable signing by the Lakers front office when the Buss family brought aboard Artest for his defensive theories, while fans were perturbed about the departure of Trevor Ariza and the Lakers lack of interest in re-signing an energetic and younger defender.

Very impressive was the leadership of Pau Gasol, who is rapidly flourishing as the second-leading scorer on the Lakers, scoring 19 points and had 18 rebounds, finally eradicating his soft and attenuated trends. In other words, he fought and abused Kevin Garnett, who spent much of the night in foul trouble.

“We fought extremely hard,” said Gasol. “We kept our minds and our hearts into the game at all times, and we hustled…we hustled.”

This season, Bryant has broken down a bit for his aging and injuries. It wasn’t a day that past without the man playing with a taped-up right index finger and his sore right knee that he had drained after Game Four of the first-round, often monitored by team’s physician Gary Vitti.

He has been candid about his health. “I’m obviously going to have to look at the knee and figure some things out, said Bryant. “I can’t play a whole entire season the way it is now…Without the tape (on the finger), I can’t grip a basketball.”

His injuries are the least worry, I assume, after winning it all.

Now that the town is fueled over the win, the Lakers are delighted than ever after accomplishing revenge against the archenemies and unfriendly rivals. What an indelible classic the Lakers endured and excelled, capturing unforgivable triumph.