Canadiens Create Magic in a Year of Cultural Feats, Montreal Now Favorite

This has been a hockey postseason of the unprecedented and miraculous feats, with the audacity of Canada’s emergence in the NHL to renew a cultural event north of the border. The sport originated in Canada, a prominent atmosphere where the masses are entertained and embraces a thrilling game played on thick layers of ice.

There’s no doubt the homeland is worshipping an astounding moment, a showpiece accomplished brilliantly by the Montreal Canadiens. Who believed that a hockey franchise from the native country would stun the world with its surging dominance in the unfriendly confines at hostile venues, where the Canadiens forced two Game Sevens in two different series? Who would bet an eight-seeded team, raising its notability and declaring admiration for a star-studded performance in two series, while wooing us that winning the Stanley Cup is possible?

Upon glancing at the serious, cohesive, and tough-driven Canadiens, they are currently forging a radiant dream in Canada. Once again, an inexplicable dream transformed into legitimacy, and presented the parallels of Team Canada’s stunning gold medal win at the Vancouver Games over two months ago. That wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. This wasn’t supposed to happen either, but it did.

The NHL playoffs were thrilled to intrigue the hearts of the casual fan and revive a defaced sport in a patriotic nation, overly obsessed with and fond of football and basketball. The cultural standpoints of hockey is an emotional and physical game, known for the high-intense drama and adrenaline rush, known for the physical knockouts and exchanged dukes whenever a player is irritated of the hard hits or high-sticking.

Basically, hockey is experiencing a Canadian dream, all emerging in a year Canada reclaims a sport the homeland originated and taught kids how to compete with cohesiveness, tenacity and physicality—a few elements the Canadiens brought to our attention when they faced off against Washington in the first round and then the Pittsburgh Penguins in the Eastern semifinals. Their instincts were simply impressive, shocking all populace with an eye-opener of defeats. You grasped that Montreal’s psyche was underestimated with the massive size and experience of talented franchises it had to face.

But it turns out that the Canadiens were the unbeatable and challenging team in these playoffs after all, this time dethroning the defending champs with a 5-2 win in Pittsburgh of Game Seven on Wednesday and ultimately clinched a berth to the Eastern Conference Finals. How is this possible?

The Canadiens challenged the Penguins’ tactics with strategic mind games and were successful of minimizing reliance. As a result, it was the second time in their 100-year history that Montreal won consecutive seven-game series in the same postseason. This year alone, the Canadiens were vulnerable of futility and a first-round ouster, before their ultimate effort diverted much assumption that any other team could be honored with the Stanley Cup.

And ever since stunning the Capitals and now the Penguins, the Canadiens are suddenly the elite franchise to survive and advance to the Stanley Cup Finals. It’s normal to suggest that this is a wonderful tale being written in the recent chapter of the underdogs. As it stands, they’ve defied the logic of heavyweights by coming to life when it matters, understanding the importance of excelling against the top-of-the-line teams and surmounted to greatness.

In theory, a dynasty was anticipated by the Penguins after winning its first title since the ’92 season, with a world-class superstar and virtuous leader in Crosby, who has knowledge for the game and is exceptional in the sport he engaged in. He has accomplished individual achievements at a very young age, something rarely seen at the premature stages of a career. He was known for receiving the nod, but now it’s the Canadiens getting the praise, particularly goalie Jaroslav Halak, faced with the toughest assignment by protecting the net, stopped the pucks shot in his direction and accumulated a large total of saves.


It figured the Canadiens are very difficult to terminate from contention, as Halak continues his sheer dominance in front of the nets. It’s likely impossible to slide a shot by him, when he faces 40 shots or more. He’s a durable goalie at the right time, defending his domain better than any goaltender in the postseason after shutting down Alex Ovechkin and Crosby. Early on, he was near-perfect in saves and saw 21 shots in two periods, and unfortunately, the Penguins never had an answer to give the Canadians an unsympathetic fight.

Even though they cut into the deficit and scored twice in the second half, it wasn’t enough to rally back late in front of an ecstatic crowd that suddenly sat quietly when Montreal persistently fired shots and extended the lead. At times, Pittsburgh was as cold as a normal Penguin. And deep into the postseason, the Canadiens can beat any team after playing superb defense and firing shots against the defending champs. If you beat the defending champs, who else is there to beat?

The imagery here defines the best team in hockey. There was Brian Gionta setting the tone early with a shot to score on a critical goal, Dominic Moore scored minutes later for the second on crafty turnaround shot and Mike Cammalleri, who is the hottest player in the postseason, scored his seventh goal of the series and extended the lead to three when Chris Kunitz forced a turnover.

Best of all, he taunted and pulverized the Penguins goalie Marc-Andre Fleury. All of a sudden, he collapsed and played inconsistently allowing too many shots and reminded us of stumbles last postseason in the earlier rounds. Cammalleri was quicker than most defenders and attacked in an onslaught inside the Penguins zone, finishing for his playoff-leading 12th goal.

Ten seconds into the game, Crosby sat in the penalty box after he was whistled for boarding. And from there, watched hopes degenerate of emerging as NHL’s first back-to-back Stanley Cup champs in years, victimized of the Canadiens' pressure. They pressured the Penguins, and were able to shut down a ferocious franchise. Even a relentless comeback fell apart, when they fell behind four goals, not even was Evgeni Malkin or Crosby factors and weren’t valuable or active within a critical contest.

And amazingly, Halak was untested and effortlessly controlled the nets with his pivotal saves, a primary essential in the first series against Washington when he clearly agitated and halted Ovechkin. The lackluster performance killed Pittsburgh when it turned over the puck 14 times and had another six stripped.

There was no dynasty writing greatness, but a miracle writing a magical story in sports. All praise goes to Montreal, the newest and cutest hockey tale. We now can remove the underdog tag and realize this isn’t a mirage, but a team built for destruction and dramatic finishes, prevailing on the biggest stage of a best-of-seven series.

“We played Washington, we were supposed to get killed, we played these guys, we were supposed to get killed, it’s just nice to be part of a team that gets it done,” said defenseman Hal Gill.

While most of the world expected a duel between Crosby and Ovechkin, the Canadiens revealed defensive toughness, a well-known trademark and a useful element for prevailing in the spotlight.

“Nobody has given us a chance so it’s a lot of fun to be a part of this,” Cammalleri said. “There’s something pretty special going on here.”

It’s a wonderful Canadian story.

In Arizona, Boycotts Extend Uncertainty in a Horrid Game of Baseball

The illegal immigrants, as we refer to the violators who generated a controversy in Phoenix, one of the urban cities surrounded by the sticky, muggy and humid heat, especially come the summer months, are battered with hypocrisy and woes.

It’s a world filled with prejudice, but at the same time, a native country that illegal immigrants calls home by building a foundation and manufacturing a better living, they tend to settle for minimum wages and dead-end jobs for supporting their families illegally.

What was a developing community is now the fastest community to bear with a crisis, angering millions of the Hispanic heritage. What we have in the desert is exactly the ugliest boycott, as angry protesters express enmity with the lawmakers and enforcers in Arizona, a state trying to crack down on illegal immigrants.

Recently, petulant fans were obliviously boycotting the Arizona Diamondbacks on the road. Unfair as it may be to ban an entire franchise for someone else’s ignorance, the majority disagrees with the immigration laws and doing just about anything to fight against Arizona’s law approval.

And now it has reached a despairing point when almost all citizens, including senators are recounting the possibility of racial profiling. This has been a disgrace in a state expected to host sporting festivities next summer, but now marked as the state of insensitivity and injustice, along with inequality to possibly spoil Phoenix’s opportunity of having the 2011 All-Star Game.

Although the league scheduled the annual event to take place in Phoenix, Sen. Robert Menendez, D-New Jersey, is among those advising for the Major League Baseball Players Association to boycott the All-Star Game.

It really is getting uglier as time progresses, with Rep. Jose Serrano, D-New York taken a stance as well. He asked the players to boycott and Players Association executive director Michael Weiner opposed the Arizona immigration law. More than ever, the negative aspects of the distasteful laws are disrespectful to the Hispanic background.


It’s nearly 30 percent of foreign-born players and approximately 40 percent are Hispanic in baseball. And to keep the madness on a low, if the game is scheduled to be played, why not relocate in a considerable environment?

Take it to a city that doesn’t mind when foreign players arrive or participate in an event, dictating home-field advantage and a game fans desire after voting in favorable players to earn the nod as a starter or a reserve. But with an incurable and unbearable stage in a sport stuck in uncertainty, the average baseball star revered is Albert Pujols and Alex Rodriguez, two top-notch Hispanic stars in this era of sleazes and drug busts.

To say the least, we are discontent with Arizona Senate Bill 1070, a legislation achievement that allows police in the state to have suspicious ideas.

What’s unfair is that it allows the officer to question anyone suspicious and take illegal immigrants into custody, then transport the violators back to their permissible homeland. In a developing crisis, organizations will send a letter on Tuesday to baseball commissioner Bud Selig, whose apathetic nonsense killed the morals of baseball.


We’re staring at a near-tragedy, from the heinous steroid revelations to the horrendous boycotting, baseball is caught in the middle of a catastrophe, which is why organizations are urging Selig to move the All-Star Game and persuade teams to relocate spring training games scheduled in Arizona and avoid the drama of protesting and possible riots.

Much is expected from an ill-demanding commissioner, with no solution to absolve steroid debacles. He had plenty of opportunities to institute a new drug policy and declare stricter drug testing, but instead he’s inept in fixing a league with a dubious conception that baseball isn’t curable.

The problem with a game we once loved is that a bad episode always materializes. Last week, a 17-year old idiot at Citizens Bank Park in Philly ran onto the field and a police officer used a Taser gun to subdue the wacko. But now, destructive headlines are about boycotting for the immigrant issues. It seems one bad result leads to another.

And if anything baseball doesn’t need a devastating saga, but incredible results to increase television ratings and sell tickets to fill up a capacity crowd. Lately, the anonymity in Arizona isn’t amusing, but hysterical and offensive.

This confounded silliness forced the Phoenix Suns to wear “Los Suns” on their jerseys of Game Two against San Antonio in support of the Hispanic background. Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, the two wise men who represent the African American communities as powerful civil right leaders, have urged Selig to move the festivities.

Good luck winning the bid. He’s a stubborn and inattentive commissioner who is very irresponsible in addressing the contaminated age. All of which has corrupted the facet of the sport, but now is being dragged down by the faulty situation in Arizona.

By all means, it’s racial profiling. The police are looking for illegal immigrants by pulling over someone who has the facial features of illegal immigrants. Quite often in baseball, half of those features are seen on a club’s roster. Over the years, Arizona has had serious crimes, mostly relating to drugs and violence. Unfortunately, those bad apples spoiled it for every citizen and baseball players with Hispanic backgrounds.

I don’t see this fading out of the news anytime soon. I see it getting worse.

Dallas Braden: Delivers Perfectly to Revive Baseball of Fragile Debacles

It’s a shameless sport that seems to wilt rather than expose positive innovations, such as legit sluggers or aggressive base runners.

Instead it consists of shams, boldly juicing their bodies without producing in a pure and artistic fashion. It was just over a year ago, when frequent drug busts revealed con artists from a disturbing list.

All of us felt betrayed and deceived for glancing at overpaid shams, oblivious pitchers and outfielders paralyze America’s Pastime, a competitive game our great grandfathers and grandpas endeared before corruption elicited collateral damage.

In a game with many misconceptions, baseball is still in a state of uncertainty and needs an antidote to distant from the agonizing, destructive facets that overridden the way the masses recognize the game.

For years now, a league of performance-enhancing users and cheaters with no morals damaged pride, anonymity which tarnished marvel. In a league focused on propaganda rather than entertaining the principles of rectitude, suddenly it observes a pleasant landscape. Now, we can finally embrace a remarkable moment in baseball and reverse from all the negatives.

Notice, we are gossiping about the Oakland Athletics ace Dallas Braden, a pitcher who is famously identified for his verbal feud with Yankees star Alex Rodriguez, capped a noteworthy milestone in a Sunday matinee in the Bay Area.

A month ago, he was the most villainous man when he nitpicked at A-Rod. It’s an advantage anytime a player wears pinstripes, in which Rodriguez is portrayed as an innocent third baseman, while Braden was the bully creating mischief and drama. But there’s already enough drama in baseball, involving the draining drug scandals.

Momentarily, all the public hears about is a change-up specialist retiring 27 Tampa Bay batters in order to complete a miraculous perfect game, the 19th in major league history.

Remember, he carried on endlessly by expressing bitter words against A-Rod. He talked about him persistently and threatened him when he said there would be “repercussions.”

I’m certain he was angry at Rodriguez for running across the mound while returning to first base after a foul ball.

Even if he believed that he had violated baseball’s unwritten rule, he revealed a fiery and tough-minded attitude. He’s now the coolest pitcher, and the one pitcher baseball fans should pamper and admire for taking our minds away from the ruination of a sport scorned of immoralities.

Of course, some judge Braden as a whiny hypocrite, dwelling still on a confrontation that was blown out of proportion. Whether he’s a nuisance or a mischief-maker, he’ll go down as one of the greatest pitchers in major league history to throw a perfect game. He was remarkably flawless, emerging as an iconic star in the Bay Area, akin to the rising star on the other side of the bay, Tim Lincecum.

Best of all, Braden is a rare magnet in a sport that most pitchers fail to last six innings without collapsing. In this age, it’s very seldom that a pitcher survives nine innings and throws 77 of his pitches for strikes, holding opponents hitless in a spectacular outing on the mound.

That seemed surreal, but it happened. On a day much love is given to all the mothers, he set an incredible record, coming on an emotional afternoon in front of the 12,228 in attendance.

When he was a senior in high school, Braden’s mother, Jodie Atwood, died of cancer. In honor of her death, he wore his mother’s wedding ring on a chain around his neck and delivered his throws with heavy emotions. His grandmother, Peggy Lindsey, has been a strong supporter and was in attendance.

To end the feud between him and A-Rod, she defended on grandson by conveying a message through reporters. She said: “Stick it, A-Rod.”

As it happens, he has the last laugh on a day he entered the game solaced, but deeply saddened of his mother’s death and reflected back on the past. All of which, he was an inspiration to all the dreamers.

More than ever, he was a savior in a sport that needed inspiration and invigoration. If anyone should be bliss, commissioner Bud Selig should be smiling and clapping with much delight when a tyrannical league needs a spark to amend credibility and conviction.

As it seems, the demise of baseball needed an extraordinary finisher and a savior to resuscitate a battered sport. And just like that it has shied away from the horrid news of any illegal substances used in the game regularly.

For a guy who bounced around tremendously in the minor leagues, he threw a perfect game as if he was a well-experienced Cy Young award winner. If he has flawless numbers, he’ll eventually win a Cy Young, especially by throwing with perfection.

Baseball ratings in local markets have declined this season, dropping 16 percent from last year’s ratings in television coverage.

And the reason why it remains is simply because of all the fraudulent revelations smearing accountability. But really, Braden reminded us that the sport is still observant, even though it has presented disappointing surprises.

These days, millions are burnt out of all the revelations of dirty con artists. Meanwhile, Braden may have brought back aspiration with his historic landmark, an indelible plateau now standing in the company of Mark Buehrle’s most recent perfect game in the Southside of Chicago.

One of those teams also happens to be Oakland, when the legendary flame-thrower Catfish Hunter finished perfect against Minnesota on May 8, 1968.

That’s why it initiated a celebration at the end. And when Gabe Kapler grounded to Oakland’s shortstop Cliff Pennington for the final out, he pumped his fist and ran across the mound with a great impersonation of A-Rod. Near the dugout, he hugged his grandmother emotionally on a memorable day.

“[Mother’s Day] hasn’t been a joyous day for me in a while,” Braden said. “With my Grandma in the stands it makes it a lot better.”

It makes baseball a lot better, too.

A-Rod certainly thinks so, too. When he was asked for his reactions in Boston before Sunday night’s showdown against the Red Sox, he had nothing but friendly comments.

“Good for him,” said Rodriguez. “Even better that he beat the Rays.”

It’s even better that he was thrilling to baseball.

After Wild Blowout Over Celtics, Cavs Victory Remains Inevitable

In a speechless, cheerless, fatigued venue at downtown Boston, a Nightmare on Causeway Street embodied the worst-case scenario, forging a horror movie in a sporting town known for winning its fair share of titles in pro basketball.

Of the thousands sitting nervously in the stands, who stared in hopes of witnessing the resurgence of the Boston Celtics, observed a massacre when a believable evening turned into a pulverizing beat down.

It’s common to postulate that LeBron James is harmless and certain to botch at any given situation nursing a sore elbow, an injury downsizing his mental mindset to drive as if he’s invincible or limiting his ability to draw contact under the rim and be awarded a three-point opportunity.

The world is obligated to know LeBron’s next destination, if the Cleveland Cavaliers fail to win a title during his reign, just as the world is obsessed with the worldwide icon for his breathtaking exhibits and impact within a professional league of blossoming superstars.

He’s compared to Michael Jordan and wears his jersey No. 23, but what’s unique about James is that he’s a refined sporting figure and embraced globally.

Because he’s precautious about his bruised elbow, then maybe he’s not as effective or electric of dashing to the paint protecting himself of serve damage as it gradually heals, but it’s an understatement to discount James and the Cavs.

Any team can topple another team in one game, but purging them in an entire series is a whole different story.

For the everlasting failures and usual instincts of falling apart in critical situations, LeBron is attempting to win a championship in his hometown, healthy or unhealthy.

In recent years, the Celtics vs. Cavs is a renewal rivalry producing raw blood on the hardwood and could last seven games, depending whether the Celtics can avenge an embarrassing loss and recover to purge any nightmarish afterthoughts of relapsing before a home crowd.

After encountering a 104-86 loss in Game Two to Boston at home, it was vital to win one on the road and take a commanding lead in the series, despite blowing home court advantage.

Very quickly, the Cavs revitalized certainty with every reason to believe they can win a championship and increase a sense of happiness in a town that hasn’t experienced much triumph, but has suffered mockery with all the draining fiascoes smudging sensibility.

As expected, LeBron stepped onto the court with realization and led the Cavs. On this night, he played with heart and energy, demonstrating a crafty and savvy style of play in his arsenal of shots.

The Cavs also relied on their two-time MVP to attack with his body and set up teammates by making incredible passes on most possessions.

They rely more on his talent and upper body strength, in which James is unstoppable in dashing through the lanes and slashing inside to finish on the easy deuce, unless he’s battered with nagging pain of his banged up elbow.

He’s playing through an injury and still strives towards a title as an inestimable superstar embraced heavily in a good-natured town.

Although James has been nixed with a minor injury with prolonged publicity raising a level of concern, he appeared fine amid a limitless farce and reasserted his status Friday night when the powerfully built 6-8, 255-pound forward outplayed Boston single-handedly.

With all the dubious thoughts of James’ injury, it's almost inevitable to dismiss the Cavs, who dismantled the Celtics, 124-95, at the Garden, to hand Boston its worst home loss in playoff history.

So much for shamrocks, victory cigars or seas of green remaining in the stands, when the majority of Celtics’ faithful made their way to the nearest exit and stayed silent for much of the night.

Because of their poor outing, the rowdy fans even serenaded loud and unpleasant boos, disappointed of the staggering letdown and sudden turnaround. It’s too bad there are no refunds.

But no team desires ending the season for an early vacation and a fishing trip with Kenny and Charles, certainly not James and the Cavs, a championship-caliber franchise that is angling for a glorious prize.

They retaliated from a lousy Game Two, avoiding the careless lapses and bounced back with a conscious attitude in attaining its share of deference. His famous elbow injury wasn’t an ill-effect as cynical believers began doubting James' ability to guide the Cavs back to the NBA Finals.

Perhaps, it was misguided headlines when he showed off in a brilliant showpiece, exploding and silencing doubters in a hostile environment with a dazzling performance. He had the swagger to pulverize the Celtics in the conference semifinals, with clear evidence on why he’s the Most Valuable Player.


The world suddenly became curious of his response while battling an injury in the postseason, knowing he’s the superstar of a franchise that relies on his productivity. James scored 21 of his 38 points in the first quarter and summarized a demoralizing defeat, to implant a historical mark.

The Cavs record-setting 59.5 for points and field-goal percentage was the difference in their manhandling over the Celtics, who never had an answer or stood in the face or stopped a vintage James from pestering them.

For three days, he received plenty of rest and practiced without feeling pain in his elbow. On a star-studded evening, he played with emotion and knocked down jumpers without grimacing in pain. He delivered in a critical way and nailed eight of his 10 shots in the first quarter alone.

“We had three days to sit and feel the pressure and then bounce back,” said James. “Rest helped me and we were able to have a complete game.”

During an intense practice Thursday, he was evidently fine without grimacing in agony. He tried out a jump-shooting secession. And he wore a Kobe-like scowl on his face at game time, ready to lead his team to a different outcome unlike the other night when they were massively routed.

“It was a really important game for us; it was my mindset from the jump,” said James. “It started with me and everyone else saw my aggression.”

He was aggressive, indeed, by making 14 of 22 shots for driving to the rim. He also grabbed eight rebounds, seven assists and two blocks to finish off a well-rounded night. As it seems, the Cavs are unbeatable whenever his teammates compile points on the scoreboards.

Such as Antawn Jamison, who had a stellar game as a Cavalier, had 20 points with 12 rebounds and won the skirmish with Kevin Garnett. It was as if he was an undersized forward standing in the middle, when Jamison outhustled and frustrated KG.

By the end of the night, he settled for 19 points on 8 of 11 shooting, but more stunningly, he was held merely to four rebounds and a lone assist.

Finally, there was some life from Shaquille O’Neal, instead of producing rap lyrics. Though he’s aging, he produced 12 points with nine rebounds to add to the lopsided rebounding margin of 45-30 and points in the paint by a differential of 50-32.

Did you believe in LeBron? I did.

The scene reminded us not to discount the Cavs. It’s inevitable to wave farewell and rule out Cleveland. And with LeBron anything is possible, especially when his royal court comes to James' aid.

Dolphins GM Jeff Ireland Owes Apology To Dez Bryant's Mom

When someone’s mother is singled out in front of the world publicly, as the ugliest controversy in sports goes viral, it’s an embarrassment to the mother and the individual himself.

This is exactly the awful predicament wide receiver Dez Bryant and his mother are dealing with, regarding the latest incident on what is specified as racial interrogation.

What turned into an ongoing saga, the Miami Dolphins were caught in the middle of all the balminess when Jeff Ireland, general manager of the Dolphins and a veteran NFL executive, didn’t think before speaking rudely.

He made an idiotic mistake weeks ago during a pre-draft interview session with Bryant, and stepped overboard when he asked a question that wasn’t football-related, but on a form of racism and stereotypical.

There is a time and place for finding out personal information, but there’s never a time and place to ask someone about their mother's rough lifestyle or family roots of living through poverty.

First of all, it’s no one’s business. Secondly, it’s not an important question that a prospect needs to be asked.

Given his mother’s hard times to survival, she never had a stable living, having to sell cocaine and hustle in the streets to provide at 15 years old when he was born.

So easily, it could have impelled Ireland to evaluate his family status with a maligning question during an interview in which he asked if Bryant’s mother was a prostitute.

Although we live in a free country, certain remarks are offensive and this one was certainly an insult to Bryant, the newest attraction to the Dallas Cowboys.

In a cruel world, Ireland is portrayed as the good guy, the innocent victim, but Bryant and his mother are demons in a crisis inflaming a derogatory mess and leaving the NFL in dismay. Why ask someone if their mother is selling her body?

He regrets ever asking an insensitive and repulsive query, a shocking statement that had many shaking their heads in anger. Any notion that it’s a disgrace or irresponsible to consider someone as a prostitute is absolute ignorance.

As always, he realizes his mistake drew much bleakness and now takes full responsibility for unwisely determining whether Bryant’s mother was a bad influence on his recent troubles at Oklahoma State as an explosive wideout.

It’s normal to worry about a player with baggage and issues that could be damaging to a rebuilding franchise. In some way, he worried about whether he’ll fit in and behave as a positive role model, but made matters worse.

To clear his name of guilt, he wisely called the Dallas Cowboys, who drafted Bryant with the 24th pick of the first round, and asked politely if he could apologize to him personally.

Sadly, he’s a victim of misconduct when Ireland was a manipulative idiot. For his brainless and disrespectful act, Ireland’s drivel was cruel and unnecessary. He had courtesy to call Bryant and apologize, remorseful of his wrongdoing.

But he has to make another phone call, to a distraught mother waiting for an apology after she was wrongly accused of prostituting. She’s bothered, furious and becoming impatient as Ireland still hasn’t called.

Because of his outrageous libel, she wants a sincere apology to resolve her name of defamation and humiliation. If he’s sympathetic, he’ll push the digits to give her a ring.

If he’s concerned about protecting his legacy or image, he’ll talk to her in a friendly and unforgivable conversation for amending iniquities and reconciling accounts.

So, has he called?

“No, he has not called.” Angela Bryant said on Monday morning in a telephone interview from Dallas. “I think he should have. Why wouldn’t you do that?”

At this moment, he’s acting with no class or dignity, heedless of Bryant’s mother feelings. Allegedly, this horrid episode is redirected at Dez. Since when did he become the suspect? There are normally two sides to a story, and in this case, there are two sides.

Bryant is unfairly and pathetically blamed as a criminal, entering the NFL on America’s team, the Dallas Cowboys. He must deal with the scrutiny and madness, even if none of the accusations are true.

Needless to say, his upbringing wasn’t smooth or pleasant, telling a reporter that his father was a pimp growing up.

If any of this is true, what does that make his mother? I know it might sound harsh, but it’s the truth, people. Either way, Ireland still owes Ms. Bryant an apology sooner than later.

Recently, a report uncovered late Monday that she was arrested for selling cocaine last year to a police informants. Once the SI.com story was released, Bryant responded that it was all a “lie.” Who knows what really happened.

What I do know is that he was suspended in 2009, when he lied to the NCAA after he was questioned about his relationship with Deion Sanders.

I’m not calling him a liar, but he gives me reason to wonder.

Eventually, the truth may surface, but Ireland still needs to have conversation with Bryant's mother.

“Yes, I am upset about it,” she said. “I am not pleased with it. I’ve heard how the question was supposed to have come about—that Dez supposedly said his father was a pimp—but I don’t believe that.

"I think the Dolphins have put that out there as their excuse. And I know if they keep after it like that, they will sound like a broken record. He was caught off guard by it. To ask that of any kid, that hurts.

“When they couldn’t find enough dirt on him, they went to that. It was almost like a scheme. They should never have put that kind of thing or question on him.

"Whatever reason they chose to do that, they are talking about my charges of 12 years ago and running with it. I’m not OK with it. But we are both going to be OK.”

Well, the truth shall be told, I guess.

All I have to say is Ireland needs to be apologetic. It starts by being a man.

NBA Playoffs 2010: Are The Spurs The Only Team That Can Stop The Lakers?

Let's face it, for the past three years, the Los Angeles Lakers have been the most unstoppable and dominant team in the West and possibly in the NBA.

Last year marked that they were number one for sure. 2007 marked that they were close, but the C's were simply just better. This year, they're more experienced but still the best team in the West.

So it brings up a question: Who can stop the Los Angeles Lakers? They have such a great lineup.

They have a veteran leader at point guard in Derek Fisher with a great backup in Jordan Farmer; the best SG in the NBA with Kobe Bryant, who is simply impossible to stop at times; a defensive-minded SF in Ron Artest, who will play physical; a playmaking PF in Pau Gasol, who can rebound and score just about whenever he wants to along with a great sixth man in Lamar Odom; and finally a dominating center in Andrew Bynum.

A mega-all-star lineup there.

So, who can stop them? There's only one team out there, and there name is the San Antonio Spurs. Their lineup isn't half bad:

They got a fast/veteran PG-combination in Tony Parker and George Hill; a streaky shooting guard in Manu Ginobili, followed by Roger Mason behind him; a decent SF in Richard Jefferson; a future HOF PF in Tim Duncan, followed by an intimidating rebounder in DeJuan Blair; and finally a decent C in Antonio McDyess.

Again, another mega lineup here.

Both teams have had their share of championships this decade and all have a huge superstar who has been in all of the team's Finals this decade: Tim Duncan and Kobe Bryant.

The Spurs have an advantage at PG with George Hill's youth and Parker's leadership against Fisher and Farmar. But Fisher can sometimes make plays when you need them and Farmar sometimes is reliable.

SG is no question: Lakers win there. But it is still a hard-fought match-up with Ginobili in the mix. SF will be entertaining with Artest over Jefferson. PF's gonna be good with Duncan vs. Gasol and Blair vs. Odom. Bynum vs. McDyess? Decent.

But can Bynum still dominate, even with an injury at hand. I have a strong sense the Lakers will stop the Utah Jazz. Already up 2-0, they can get it. Spurs are down 1-0, but shouldn't worry. They were down to the Mavs and succeeded.

They can get the Suns in six or seven. Lakers can get the Jazz in five or six, though.

I think these two teams are destined for the Conference Finals. Who will be on top in the Wild West? I just don't see the Suns getting success over L.A. It just doesn't seem like it. With the experienced teams, it'll have to be San Antonio and Los Angeles.

But whoever goes to the Finals out of these two teams, this Conference Finals is gonna be helluva entertainment, no doubt!

Good luck to the four teams in the West and in the East.

Keep watching the playoffs!

LeBron James Needs to Avoid Careless Flaws or Cleveland Doesn't Rock

So the raucous crowd was in attendance, at one of the noisiest venues to witness a prominent super star amaze them with dramatic showcases.

There were genuine moments provoking the crowd to roar wildly at the dignified King James when the Cleveland Cavaliers star stood at mid-court hoisting the MVP trophy.

In a town he calls home and adores dearly, the atmosphere at an energetic locale rocked and swung the white towels in honor of LeBron James’ second consecutive Most Valuable Player award bestowed to him.

But it’s really interesting how quick the rumbling noise suddenly went silent and the crowd went speechless, without the entertaining puppet putting on a dramatic, breathtaking show.

As the season comes to a closure, the melodrama is heard often with James' contract expiring at the end of the season.

He’ll be available to test the market, when he becomes a free-agent.

It’s too early to suggest his next destination or whether he’ll wear a Cleveland uniform for the rest of his career.

But if the Cavs fall short of winning a championship, it seems practical that he’ll depart to contend elsewhere.

For now, he’s worried about a legitimate pursuit in the postseason, getting the Cavs to return to championship form and pull it off for a town with much sporting infirmities, and plights that has left an entire city in misery.

All of their major sporting franchises are helpless, but the closer one aiming towards capturing exultation are the Cavs.

The objective is to erase sporting indignities of The Shot, The Drive, The Fumble and The Choke, an excruciating trend leaving an enthusiastic community in shambles.

After a party/reunion took place at the gym on the University of Akron campus, where he spoke humbly from a podium sending all his thanks and acknowledgment for winning the MVP award, he energized and alarmed a franchise and supporters to believe that this is the year to capture a title.

He’s a valuable forward. He’s a matured model. He’s the face of a franchise with tremendous respectability.

But the Cavs weren’t as believable or soothing to long-awaited supporters when they never played with a fierce drive. Instead, Cleveland played as if they were confounded and motionless in pummeling the Boston Celtics.

This was an indicator that the Cavs need contributions from its role players and bench, as James acts as the facilitator and involves his teammates in a fast-break possession or with sterling ball movement to make it easier to loft a mid-range jumper or drive inside for a smooth layup.

Based on the performance in Game 1 of the Eastern Conference semifinals, the Cavs were unbeatable and unstoppable in the Eastern Conference.

As it stands now, the Cavs are unprotected if they fluctuate against the Celtics, an aging and unhealthy team with legions of downsides.

If Cleveland starts to panic, it’s normal to have a level of concern about the Cavs, who have stumbled before against the Celtics and were sent home after a devastating loss.

And if the Cavs approach a series or game careless and awkwardly, they’ll lose instantly, not necessarily to Boston, but to the upcoming opponent or even a team from the Western Conference in the NBA Finals.

Every game at this point must be played like it’s the last contest to ever be played.

It’s obvious that James is a bit unhealthy, feeling the discomfort in his right elbow. He suffered a sprained and bruised elbow in the last series and was forced to attempt a left-handed free throw, in which he was limited and had trouble shooting from the outside.

He had difficulty controlling the ball worried about aggravating his elbow and preferred to protect his health, rather than driving the lanes with his powerfully built body to draw the foul and be awarded free throw attempts.

The Celtics outshined and demoralized the Cavs in Game 2, humiliating them on their home floor.

They never had a response and the loudness of fans quieted down, becoming speechless as Boston controlled the rhythm and stole a pivotal game in a hostile environment.

Even though the Cavs nearly crawled back from a large deficit, the Celtics held on to win 104-86 and tied the series at 1-1.

With the decisive win, Boston took home-court advantage, traveling home with higher pride and certainty, and at a building where the Cavaliers have struggled mightily.

For once, the Celtics were scoring at will and obtained contributions from role players. But it doesn’t happen just offensively.

And a weakness was the defensive sketchiness that unraveled the Celtics in shutting down the middle and restrained opponents from driving to the rim, especially when Kevin Garnett was absent sitting on the sideline or serving a suspension.

It happened ironically, finding their groove at the right time and making proper adjustments to turn it into a competitive bout.

For each team, it may actually become a challenging and compelling series, lasting at least six games with a few dramatic finishes.

Realistically, the Cavs are too athletic, hungry, potent and good. And honestly, the Celtics are too old, worn down and sluggish.

In the wake of his MVP honors, LeBron scored 24 points, almost six points below his season scoring average and more than eight fewer than his average in the Cavs’ first six postseason games.

It’s not the Chicago Bulls, a franchise that was faced with turbulence of eliminating a balanced core.

In other words, this isn’t the Bulls, but it’s the Celtics, a team that has experienced a title and much triumph by smoking victory cigars, watching confetti fall from the ceilings and celebrating with the fans on Causeway Street in downtown Boston.

Matters turned uglier when Cleveland fans booed and left early, frustrated and angry with the flaky performance on a night they merely lost their third game at home in their past 18 playoff games.

This made coach Mike Brown cringe, dropping the worst home playoff home loss since 2006.

“Tonight was real simple—they kicked our behind from the beginning,” he said angrily. “And we did not fight back until late. We’ve got to decide that we’re going to take the fight to them and take these games. Nothing is going to be given to us at all.”

James struggled early and never found his rhythm.

He missed shots and stumbled on abysmal shooting, only finishing on 7 for 15 with five turnovers, while his sidekick and tandem Mo Williams didn’t drain shots through the nets, finishing an awful 1 for 9 and settled for four points.

As for the Cavs, they only shot 40 percent from the field. And once again, everyone vanished. They were absent as it was easy to forget about Delonte West, who had four points in 31 minutes.

The latest in the news is that the Cavs are mortal, unless the bench and LeBron revive in time to take command of the best-of-seven series.

That’s hard to imagine when Cleveland had one of its best seasons, convincing the world that they are the hungriest and toughest out in the postseason.

Why wasn’t LeBron infuriated?

“We know we didn’t play well, that third quarter definitely was one of the worst quarters we had this year, offensively and defensively,” James said.

“But you look at it, at the end of day, the series is tied 1-1. These are two really good teams, and we’re looking forward to Game Three.”

The toughness was seen from the Celtics.

What we do know about the C’s is that they need outside shooting from the scorching Ray Allen, who scored 22 points.

For whatever reason, everyone is focused and turns all attention to KG, since he’s the inspirational leader and aggressor on defense. But Rajon Rondo out shined all players in a much-needed game, with 19 assists as an explosive floor general.

For now, the Cavs are still likable to hoist the glamorous prize in June.

The nightmarish blowout won’t last forever, perhaps with a win in Boston. That shifts the momentum, but more than ever, it erases the dreadful memories and restores vitality making all supporters believe it’s the Cavs year.

If Cleveland wins, it rocks. If not, it would be an absolute failure.

Mature, Unselfish, Simply Amazing: LeBron Is The True Face of The NBA

LeBron James entered the podium as a very humbled man. Walking up to the stage, LeBron James accepted his second-ever MVP trophy, as it was also his second consecutive one as well.

LeBron, expressing tenderness, showed himself that he was a mature man. Even at a youthful age of 25, James acted as if he was a intelligent, courteous 30-year-old. James has yet to win a championship, but didn't it take Mr. Airness a while, too?

James shared his achievement with his friends and family. He thanked his mom, who had been raising him at the budding age of 16. Or he thanked his two uncles or his high school teammates.

He thanked his kids, who he talked about in front of the packed audience, all listening to what he says. The Cavaliers are the sports team of the city. And James has made it happen.

James brought up his teammates onto the stage towards the ending of his diffident speech. Many players fooled around, notably guard Delonte West; showing off his phone and record James' back. Center Shaquille O'Neal was probably the most prominent teammate there.

What James showed there showed how great of a guy he is. After answering the questions to the media, James brought his sons onto the stage. His son had a problem and James didn't care. He took care of him in front of the camera. It just shows how much of a family man he is.

Most guys would just do something so much more different to that. What I saw in that press conference, it just shows that the NBA needs more guys like him. A great player, great guy in person, great family man, and one hell of a human-being.

So unselfish, so mature, so amazing. LeBron James showed why he should be the face of the National Basketball Association. Many would disagree because of guys like Kobe Bryant and Dwyane Wade, who have rings. But James will get his rings.

And no disrespect to Kobe and D-Wade, but if LeBron switched teams with any of them, he'll most probably make the most impact. Ask anybody. James shows character. Dwyane Wade does as well but LeBron is more of a better player.

Kobe has shown selfishness before. And you can't start making a fuss because many people know it is in fact true. He rattted out Shaq. And now Shaq is with a player just as good, or better. His name is LeBron James.

Since coming into the league, James has made more effect than any other player. Another reason of showing James' unselfishness is that he gave us a clue: He will be staying in Cleveland no matter what happens. He'll stay. He said Akron, Ohio will forever be his home.

So I guess this could make impact of this year's free agency. Get ready to pick Bosh or somebody else Knicks, Clippers, etc. James has so many qualities as a player and a normal human being. He's a fantastic person.

And the new, true face of the NBA.

There's No Excuses Now: The Atlanta Hawks Have to Beat The Bucks

Things haven't been going well for the Atlanta Hawks.

Sure, they got themselves back into the series with a Game Six win, but seriously: Game Seven with the Milwaukee Bucks?!

I know it's now or never for a lot of other teams like the Cavaliers, but what team that really needs that saying are the Atlanta Hawks.

There's now excuses now, the Atlanta Hawks have to beat the Milwaukee Bucks in this crucial Game Seven for the first round of the NBA Playoffs. The Hawks shouldn't be all that satisfied with that Game Six win.

Atlanta was entering this series, looking to win it in five-to-six games.

Now the Hawks are fighting to even be in Game Seven in an elimination game for the Bucks. Brandon Jennings has made this time look like a pack of fools right now. The Hawks need to start flying on the Pterodactyl and the rest of this Milwaukee squad.

It's now or never for this team. What really bothers me, though, is that how much talent this team has.

They have a really athletic power forward in Josh Smith. Along with that, they have a sleek, veteran point guard in Mike Bibby. A game-changer in Jamal Crawford and an engine in Joe Johnson. And don't forget Al Horford, the very underrated center.

The Hawks shouldn't have any excuses for the performance they have been showing. This Game Seven will take place in Atlanta and this team really needs to make the most of it. With a likely strong fanbase coming in to support the crowd, Atlanta has an advantage here.

All the momentum is coming and returning. Let this team bring back the wins like the first few games in this series. Atlanta needs to have this kind of mindset. Make it a win.

For the Hawks, it's really time to soar.

King James is Most Valuable, But for Cleveland Cavaliers It's Now or Never

There were times when a rambunctious crowd erupted a crazy frenzy at the Quicken Loans Arena in downtown Cleveland, and witnessed LeBron James sprinkled baby powder onto his hands and tossed it skyward to thrill a sellout capacity crowd.

So there are the Cleveland Cavaliers in their finest season, generating enough buzz to pose as the next NBA franchise to be crowned champs. If the loyal population in an avid sporting town is still inquisitive to know exactly where LeBron may end up next season when he becomes a free-agent this summer, his status of testing the market is trivial.

Expected to alleviate town indignities, the Cavs are the nearest major franchise in a cursed sports town to revoke humiliation that has dragged down soul for its dismal culture.

It’s wrongly inappropriate to dismiss the Cavs, a franchise led by more than a puppet, but a global superstar in James. He’s expected to be named the MVP for the second straight season, with leading a deep supporting cast and having a large impact on the Cavs optimistic pursuit to the NBA Finals.

Need I remind you that the town rocks, zests to taste a legitimate prize in June? At last, there’s much more to witness than rock stars performing at a nearby venue or touring the luxurious sites of the Rock and Roll museum, observing photos and memorabilia of the Beatles or Rolling Stones.

It’s the time of year when much blabbering and attention is given to a fascinating basketball franchise, with the excitement and captivation of LeBron’s intense performances. Ever since he was the overall selection in the NBA Draft years ago, he was absorbed heavily as a savior and earned praise for rejuvenating a horrid franchise.

In his domain, he has improved ticket sales and lifted the attendance level at a spacious venue, suddenly a noisy and active environment where the swinging towels and flags are a notable trademark. No disrespect to the Boston Celtics, but it’s now or never for the Cavs to prove worthy of winning a title and satisfy a long-awaited crowd.

Although this series should be exciting, Cleveland is more athletic, hungrier, earnest and younger than the battered Celtics. Although this series should be an intense battle and last seven games, they’ll prevail in a sudden death to advance to the Eastern Conference Finals.

What happened Saturday was an indicator that the Cavs are delivering a sense of normalcy in the postseason, translating their usual trends seen so often during the regular-season. It’s simply a great team at home, fueled on the crowd’s intensity and enthusiasm, which mostly results in a charming win.

If anything, it doesn’t take much to deliver a knock out punch against the vulnerable and beatable Boston. When the Cavs dispatched the Chicago Bulls in the first round, enough to irritate Joakim Noah, whose animosity encouraged them to pummel an unbalanced and tumultuous team, the Cavs were resilient and savvy at knocking out the Bulls.

The elements of well-coaching and intrepidity is a common philosophy to excel at the highest level in a competitive postseason. The unique possibility of the Cavs purging in the second-round is hard to imagine, fortunate to take on Boston.

It certainly is less daunting to fall to the Celtics, but fittingly, it’s more convenient to thrive and advance deeper into the postseason for a feasible meeting with the Lakers in the Finals. After all, it’s a unanimous bout the world desires witnessing, in which the man with the scowl would collide with the man with the tomahawk dunks.

More specifically, the dream matchup we are dying to see is Kobe and LeBron clash on the same court in what would be an epic classic, and even silence the obnoxious debates on which player is more prominent and worthy of MVP notability.


Right now, it’s no one other than LeBron, the noble superstar who’s hours before receiving his second straight MVP award. The delivery and leadership alone declares James as the front-runner with his versatility and energy to appease respectable fans of honoring his powerful influence.

He’s the reigning Most Valuable Player, but hails in an indigenous environment attached to ineffectual and inspiring star players. He symbolizes the heart of a beloved sports town, bowing to King James when he has a wonderful scoring night. All the people in attendance gratefully chants “MVP! MVP!"

Nearly each game this season, he was the clutch performer in the fourth quarter and pleaded for the ball to close out a wild contest on a positive note. What superstar doesn’t take over in the late minutes?

As a native growing up in Akron, Ohio, he always dreamed of playing for his hometown team, a franchise he grew up rooting for and now in good position of winning a title as an NBA star at home. He accepts the challenge, likes dazzling in the huge moments and feels comfortable with the ball in his hands.

It’s not that he distrust in his teammates, but plays the leadership role when it’s necessary, and if he intends to excel on his agenda before he test the market, he knows the consequence of controlling the tempo while aiming to win a title.

Maybe it would bribe the All-Star forward to wear a Cavs uniform until he retires, urging the organization to sign LeBron to the richest deal in NBA history before New York pursues and offers James millions.


For now, he’s strictly focused on winning a championship and celebrating with his hometown friends, teammates and family. Before the series, the masses worried about his sore elbow, but relieved tension when he reported that it felt better and had loosened. He also said that he didn’t put pressure on it during the off days since he was forced to attempt a left-handed free throw Tuesday to close out the series against the Bulls.

The worldwide icon walked off the court in Game One against Boston calmed, after pulling off a convincing comeback to salvage a 101-93 win Saturday. If the supporting cast has a brilliant and productive run without vanishing, the Cavs can win the championship. But he’ll need contributions from all the role players, while he adds the finishing touches and afloat in the Eastern Conference with the commodities of a sizable frontcourt.

More substantially, the Cavs have tremendous depth in the frontcourt with Anderson Varejao and J.J. Hickson. Now that coach Mike Brown realize he’s getting production out of Hickson, he’ll probably make some adjustments and juggle the starting lineup around, giving him more quality minutes.

A lot of fans are pleased with his toughness and work ethic underneath the rim, as well as Varejao, both attacking and creating trouble by smothering Paul Pierce.

Like the average individual, we all age. During the offseason, the Cavs acquired Shaquille O’Neal, the once-dominant center whose phrase is freestyle rapping, but also is clobbering the middle with his oversized athleticism. It seems he’s slower in running up and down the floor, but still blocks shots and throws down dunks when he’s inside the interior.

It’s conceivable to think that the Cavs are orchestrated by James’ coercion. The scoreboard read that he scored 35 points on 24 field goal attempts, with seven assists to finish the night. As always, he’s an expertise of the game, he’s a world-class athlete and he’s the Most Valuable Player, not only in the league, but as a member of the Cavs.

He’s the remarkable King James.

NBA Playoffs 2010: Can The Jazz Create a Competition Against L.A.?

The Utah Jazz made their point to the Denver Nuggets: we're not going to be intimidated. And they followed to that statement, beating Carmelo Anthony and Nuggets in six games to advance to the second round of the playoffs.

The Jazz have fallen close a lot for the past few years in the playoffs. It brings back memories to the 1997 and 1998 NBA Finals as John Stockton and Karl Malone fell to Michael Jordan's heroics in those games.

The Jazz haven't made it to the Finals since.

Now the Jazz need to make things happen for this year with a new team. Deron Williams would be the John Stockton and Karl Malone would obviously be Carlos Boozer. The Jazz also have their other key players like Mehmet Okur, Andrei Kirilenko and Paul Millsap. The Jazz also still have their same coach from the 90's era: Jerry Sloan.

This is a new team with a new dream.

Second round of the playoffs. The Jazz will have to create a competition. Deron Williams will most likely be a game-time decision, but if he plays, he can create some havoc on Lakers' aging point guard in Derek Fisher.

But we don't need to worry about Williams if he struggles. He's ready.

"I'm all right," Williams said when asked about his elbow. "Ready to go."

Wesley Matthews versus Kobe Bryant looks to be interesting and I'd like to see or Kirilenko does versus Ron Artest if he is able to play. But even if Kirilenko doesn't play for Game One on Sunday at 3:30, he is ready for the other games.

"It feels great, feeling better and better," Kirilenko said. "Update on the game-wise—probably not Sunday, maybe Tuesday or pretty much sure Game 3."

Carlos Boozer looks to dominate on Pau Gasol but will have to guard him well. Gasol was very valuable in Game Six when LA took on the Oklahoma City Thunder. Kobe missed his game-winning jumper, which he usually makes. Gasol came up and battled for the rebound and tipped it back in.

Fesenko is going to have to put up a fight against Andrew Bynum. It's going to be interesting, though. Jazz really wish Mehmet Okur wasn't out for the season, huh? Jazz will also have to defend Lamar Odom, too.

But although these match-ups will seem entertaining to watch, who is going to stop this Los Angeles Lakers team? The last two years, nobody has been able to stop this advanced squad.

What the Jazz need to pay attention to is to stop Kobe and Bynum as much as possible. You never know if Gasol will do good or bad and Odom is a sixth man. Boozer can hold down Gasol but Bynum looks to dominate Fesenko.

But I think the Jazz can create a problem for this Lakers' team. Boozer will be productive but the key for the Jazz to get this done is if Kirilenko can show up strong and Deron Williams. Injuries will have to be at the very low minimium after Game One.

I believe this series willl indeed go to seven games, but who will come out on top? Don't underestimate the Jazz because they're at the fourth seed. They were underestimated a bit against the Nuggets and they showed up big there.

They could show up big here against L.A.

Oh well, I guess we'll see. Enjoy the series, folks.

NBA Playoffs 2010: Could This Finally Be The Year For The Cavaliers?

All has been going good in Cleveland. The Browns had a good draft, getting Joe Haden. They also got a steal in Colt McCoy. Mike Holmgrem is looking to improve the team. Meanwhile, the Indians are still hanging in there, just a few games off the .500 mark.

But what really matters right now in Cleveland sports should be the Cavaliers. Last year brought something to them: you can't win with just one player carrying the squad. So, the Cavs are trying this year's playoffs differently.

Still led by LeBron, the Cavs have weapons: Shaquille O'Neal, Delonte West, Antwan Jamison, J.J. Hickson, Mo Williams, Daniel Gibson etc. I can go on and on of how many weapons this team has and how important their role is to the team.

James leads the way, being the King of Ballin' and is continuing to be dominant in the playoffs. He swarmed past the Bulls like a hurricane. He also just won his second MVP award in a row. Three-peat? I think so.

Then there is Shaq. Although he is pretty old, he's playing like he is ten years younger than what he is and is tearing it up on other centers. How about Antwan Jamison? He continues to be a valuable member as well as West, Williams, and so on. Hickson is there as the dark horse.

This year is far more different than what we'll ever see. This may very well be the year the Cavaliers can make it to the Finals—and win. It can actually happen. Cleveland sports will finally have a championship win since the Browns have done it back in the 1960's behind Jim Brown.

Like the Browns, the Cavs can win this year's championship led by—who else?—than LeBron James. Teams may very well watch out now in the East. The Cavs can pass this Celtics team. The C's played great in the first round, but usually struggle against the Cavs.

The C's can't play good defense and they get dominated by the Cavs' D. If the Cavs advance after Round Two, which will be tough I believe, they'll most likely face the Magic like they did last year in the Eastern Conference Finals.

But this series is going to be different. How great will this matchup be? Shaq vs. Dwight Howard. Shaq's time is going by and the new Shaq and dominant center in the NBA is Dwight Howard. Shaq looks to prove that he is still the best.

It can be Vince Carter vs. LeBron James. Carter's time has gone by with the flashy dunks, amazing plays, and as one of the most dominant athletes in the game of basketball. Now LeBron is going to tell him that his time has gone and it's a new era when No. 23 takes over.

Mo Williams vs. Jameer Nelson also will look interesting. All I can say is that this series will be a lot more competitive than it was last year. And if the Cavs advance, they'll be back in the Finals. This Cavs team is unique.

They're like a really unique truck. They need that extra pump in them, so Shaq gives them the diesel. Mo Williams, Hickson, Gibson, and Delonte West provide the extra rush. Antwan Jamison are the wheels and LeBron James is the engine.

The Cavs consist of veterans, superstars, newbies, and studs. The Cavaliers are a different team this year. A competitive team. An unstoppable team.

The team to beat in the East.

Maybe even in the league.

Pau Gasol Prevails With Toughness, a Catalyst to the Lakers

It’s the equivalent of perplexing drama and craftiness the Los Angeles Lakers expose on a large population in Hollywood, among a postseason of uncertainty and unpredictability. At times, it’s really mind-blowing to figure out a ravishing franchise representing Hollywood, with its symbolic convention of inheriting multiple championship banners and assembling the deepest and most talented cast.

For once, the up and down commodity plunged in a critical Game Six against the emerging Oklahoma City Thunder, tapering dismay and startling insights of deflating in perhaps the most disappointing upset in NBA history.

It was a paradigm of survival, when the seven-foot forward named Pau Gasol lifted the Lakers to a jittery, tense 95-94 win to salvage the best-of-seven series in six games of the first-round playoff series. A few years ago, the town waited for his softness to vanish, and criticized Gasol of laziness and failures on dominating inside the middle with his immeasurable size advantage.

Finally in an acute game, the Spaniard exerted his height advantage and fiercely drove to the rim on Kobe Bryant’s missed jumper and tipped in the poor attempt, then pumped his fist and celebrated in bliss.

At a hostile territory, the crowd erupted and tried to corrode the defending champs of momentum and rhythm. The crowd serenaded “Beat L.A.! Beat L.A.!" That was until, of course, the Lakers perpetuated a late rally to silence 18,342 fans in attendance, wearing blue T-shirts and bracing the home team believing in the near-improbable.

In a sense, Gasol won it, with his mental toughness and willpower to impress in a fiercely approach. To his advantage, he had the oversized strength and height, grabbing 18 rebounds to bolster struggling shooting. All of the sudden the Lakers were reestablished as a villainous franchise, with his toughness and fortitude.

It was a crazy series and an eye-opener when the Lakers were hit with a wake up call in a horrendous rout of Game Four. When the Lakers were humiliated and pushed around horribly by the inexperienced and eighth-seeded Thunder, Los Angeles was battered and taunted of an uncaring and dreadful romp.

Turns out, they were as laughable as Saturday Night Live or Jay Leno, and weren’t capable of repeating triumph in a season the Lakers are talented and experienced to win back-to-back titles. It figured that Bryant had to make shots and pose as a team leader, but his injuries remind us that he’s not as relevant as he was three years ago when he was an integral piece to the Lakers offensive philosophy.

But the town is obviously accustomed to witnessing a dramatic, thrilling performance. He normally thrives with his creativity and ineffectual shooting, a rarity seen frequently these days in a league competition is well-balanced and has massive attributes assessable for defending a versatile and crafty guard as dazzling as Kobe.

Kobe hasn't been showing the great citizens of Los Angeles his Game Face. He hasn’t revealed the most hideous facial expression in sports. He hasn’t been the bad guy wearing a scowl.

Yet, we cannot expect much from an ailing Kobe. Lately, he has barely lasted an entire game without grimacing in pain and is aging each day, needing contributions out of teammates. The state of the Lakers recently is that Gasol has surmounted above infirmities, resuscitating his level of consistency and elevating his post game presence.

The need for his effortless rebounding and inside shots are immense if the Lakers wish to contend and win another title. Friday night signified that Gasol’s intensity is greatly needed and a factor in the upcoming series. Without him, the Lakers chances of winning are unlikely and they are vulnerable of losing in the second-round or Western Conference Finals. Ever seen Gasol charged the lane with much determination and courage, which resulted in a game winning tip in? I haven’t.

He knocked the ball into the basket, as Bryant and Russell Westbrook were in a physical, uptight battle on the baseline. As much was at stake, it turned into the Lakers favor when he heightened his mental capabilities and played with competitiveness, urging all people that he’s a counterbalance to his opponent and amends woes.


To declare Gasol as a hero is a hopeful turnaround within a franchise, withstanding up and down misfortunes. If he limits the jumpers or improves shooting it from mid-range, he’ll draw defenders to spread the floor. And if so, it opens the lanes of which Kobe wouldn’t have such difficultly on nearly each possession at taking the ball to the rim.

Certainly, he’ll be awarded free throws by implementing initiated contact. In the postseason, Kobe has shown signs of troubling pain, debilitated and bothered with an assortment of injuries. What’s fascinating is that he has played in a myriad of games. He’s a unique brand, the one superstar willing to endure a broken right index finger and a left ankle sprain.

Already in his career, he denied to sit out postseason games while he was treated for awful back spasms. Maybe he’s unhealthy and not robust enough to lead all scorers with 40-plus games. And maybe Gasol has broken out at the right time, becoming a second option on a team that definitely requires more assists from a valuable starting five. How about asking Thunder coach Scott Brooks.

“Unfortunately, Gasol was in the right place at the right time,” said Brooks. “The ball went right to his hands. It was lucky, but he put himself in that position. He attacked the offensive glass and we didn’t do a good job putting a body on him. We had four guys in the lane, and we should have.”

Yes! But it’s a bit too late.

Most of all, the Lakers advanced to the conference semifinals, knowing it must attack the Utah Jazz with intensity and earnest. Better yet, they cannot afford to witness similarities of the Thunder series, which their four victories in six games brought forth numerous questions about whether even the Lakers are championship destined. It's always important to uplift momentum and optimism, especially when the Jazz are a tougher ouster and expected to challenge their every step in Game One Sunday.

Earlier in the series, the Lakers were flat and soft, underestimating a developing franchise. Tied at 2, the Lakers realized the postseason takes heart and cohesiveness.

Soon enough, they’ll face the hottest point guard in the league in Deron Williams, who cannot be denied in most situations, but only contained and trapped to where he’s forced to launch the outside shot, an attempt he usually buries because of his lethal shot making from beyond the arch.

Then, a tough assignment would be guarding Carlos Boozer, a post-presence forward who’ll draw Gasol. He’ll have his work cut out for him, but will also be a factor on defense and more so offensively.

But he wasn’t essential to the Lakers, until he tipped in a game-winning layup with five-tenths of a second left following an offensive rebound. On a poor shooting night, he missed seven of his first 10 shots and each were open looks. Still, he earns the nod. For now, critics need to quiet down and praise Gasol for his dominance and impact of changing the dynamics on one final possession.

If there’s any pride, its Gasol’s tip in.

He’s a catalyst to an elimination win. And trust me, his presence is acute.

Start of Something New: Can The Bucks Finish Off The Hawks?

Milwaukee hasn't made it to the playoffs for awhile. This year is different for them. Michael Redd was gone but Brandon Jennings came in and delivered.

He was slick. Smooth. Unstoppable. And he was only a rookie.

Andrew Bogut helped out and Luc Mbah-a-Moute flourished. All is going good. Now in the first round of the playoffs, many expect their season will end there. Whoah, buddy, not so fast there.

The Hawks started off strong here, but now, they are desperate for a win; trailing behind with a 3-2 margin. Tonight, their season can be all over to this Milwaukee team. The Bucks can get these guys in six games.

Surprising, it seems.

But nobody knows that this team is something else. A dark horse. If they win tonight, they'll be heading off to Orlando to face Dwight Howard, Vince Carter, and the rest of the Magic squad.

It may seem like a tough test, but let's worry for the first round for a minute.

All I can say is: "Wow." Really. I didn't expect this team to even make the playoffs. A lot has been going good for this team. They finally swept their rival, the Indiana Pacers, for this season and it's been a long time since we've seen that.

The person who made the difference is obviously Jennings himself.

Milwaukee also has some other nice players on the team with guys like Alexander and Luke Ridinour.

Milwaukee has made a huge impact in the playoffs even when nobody has expected it. To me, this series seems like a boring one. It's not as exciting as the Thunder-Lakers or the Nuggets-Jazz. Even the Mavs-Spurs and Bobcats-Magic for crying out loud.

But Milwaukee is getting the job done, even it's not as exciting as other teams do it.

But they can make a good run here and be one of those surprising teams for this year's playoffs. Bucks are doing good.

First, they need to finish off the Hawks.

Can they do it?

JaMarcus Russell Is a Laughable Bust As Raiders Are Mired in Disarray

The common word, of course, is 'bust'. And the simplest way to describe the Oakland Raiders is a worthless, pathetic, chaotic franchise mired in disarray. If there was ever a proper time to bash an enigmatic front office that has made some of the dumbest blunders as far as draft picks goes, now marks a suitable time to critique the Raiders' draft selection.

His name, of course, is JaMarcus Russell, the No. 1 overall draftee in the 2007 NFL Draft. It’s always a risk to venture and trust in an athletic prospect, a usual trend ruining the Raiders rebuilding projects and wrecking self-motivation.

Nowadays, the Raiders are committing suicide with all the terrible mistakes. And nowadays, it’s almost laughable whenever a disoriented organization is discredited or obligated to mockery. Each season has been a downgrade with all the turmoil surrounding the dysfunctional Raiders.

The result of late is that Russell is an unproven quarterback who failed to confirm his potential as possibly the next solid franchise superstar to remove Oakland from the hellish age of collapses and struggles. The man running an esoteric business, Al Davis, gambled and cost his organization millions by trusting in Russell.

Whether he was desperate or allured by his exceptional passing game during his collegiate career or aroused of his intelligence and throwing strength, Russell was never the solution to the Raiders' breakdowns. It’s obvious that the Raiders are run by a confounded owner unsure of which direction he’s willing to take his futile team.

In other words, it will be until next decade or never that Oakland tosses out misery and dismiss futility. According to reports, the Raiders could be on verge of releasing Russell, a disappointing athlete and probably the most notable bust since Ryan Leaf.

It’s very pathetic and overwhelming that he’s the prototype of rookie salaries amiss, earning $39 million from the Raiders over the past three years. More than ever, he was able to feed his family and live a wealthy lifestyle, thanks to a livelihood in which he never proved worthy or enhanced his abilities to mellow as an elite and franchise quarterback.

With much uncertainty, the Raiders' mandatory three-day minicamp begins Friday, but as usual, it’s mired in a chaotic mess that will likely educe media frenzies and dilate distractions. In theory, he’ll be released and become a free agent in which he may have to find a landing spot come next season, even though the organization is wisely deliberating whether to allow the overpaid former No. 1 overall pick near the team’s practice facility. He was brought in to resuscitate a horrible franchise and satisfy disgruntled and avid fans, finally garnering an assumption that it was the year to climb into contention.


In three seasons, Russell has lost trustworthiness among fans and ownership. In three seasons, the franchise has succumbed to reality, interpreting that he’ll never transcend as an exquisite quarterback.

Recently, there’s much buzz that the Russell era has reached a closure, and his relationship is suddenly dwindling. So now, no later than this week, it’s sensible if the Raiders cut a scrutinized Russell. But it’s hard to evaluate and forecast Oakland’s suggestions, with an egomaniac owner in Davis.

Worst is, he has debilitated revamping teams in the past, taking command with his overbearing demeanor and his penchant for coaching and dictating the schemes from the owner’s press box. It’s clearly inevitable to fail if he demands dictatorship and denies permitting coaches with leeway to muster personal decisions. It’s worth mentioning Mike Shanahan and Jon Gruden were driven away for Davis’ faulty communication with his employees. So does that mean he blundered by choosing Russell? Absolutely!

At the finish of the ’07 season, the Raiders faced much humiliation and misery. Coming off their worst season in 44 years under Davis, the rebellious boss' intent was to rebuild around a promising quarterback. Russell was a mere impressive quarterback at LSU, and was named the starting quarterback, but didn’t amaze executives or committed fans.

It’s likely the last time the Raiders will ever see or employ Russell, if he’s released and signs elsewhere. Some time soon, he’ll be declared a bust and quickly his name will fittingly stand in the company of Leaf, Andre Ware, Rick Mirer, David Carr, and Terry Baker. So he’ll still be recognized in some way, unfortunately just as a bust.

In his pro career, Russell disappeared. He unraveled at the pro level, and stunned scouts and coaches who actually evaluated and glimpsed at his accuracy and arm strength, but have yet seen him break out in a real game. For whatever reason, he has unsteadily disintegrated ever since he started cashing in huge bucks.

The Raiders are disgusted with his abundance of flaws over the past three seasons, aiming now to move forward with Jason Campbell, the newly acquired quarterback from the Washington Redskins, who’s expected to replace him as Oakland’s starting quarterback this season.

Do you blame the Raiders? Here’s a tip:


The organization paid Russell over $30 million in guaranteed money as part of his six-year, $68 million rookie deal. A few years later after he signed the mammoth deal, his work ethic declined and he started having indolent performances by committing careless miscues to cost the Raiders a significant amount of games. It started to become ugly, to the point teammates were questioning a level of concern with Russell’s immediate debacles.

Last season alone, he possessed a 50 passer rating, the lowest in the NFL in 11 years. And shortly after, he was benched in the favor of Bruce Gradkowski, who has proven that he could conduct a decent offense.

Oh, sure, it could be one of the most compelling franchises in an undermined AFC West division. Darren McFadden is an explosive running back and Nnamdi Asomugha is a premiere cornerback, a top-notch defender in the secondary. But none of that matters if the Raiders' dysfunctional delay their normal ritual. That is, “Commitment to Excellence.” But these days, it’s more appropriate to say “Commitment to Failure,” after bringing in the NFL’s most disappointing bust, if not in this era, in league history.

It’s time to wave good-riddance and farewell to a worthless bust. Bye, Russell. Too bad it ended so agonizingly.

Lakers Keep Us Guessing, Kobe's Toughness Keeps Hope Alive

What, the team representing Hollywood has finally awakened?

If the Lakers establish the difference between a riddle and legitimacy, then maybe celebrities and non-celebs in L.A. will understand the minds of a defending champ.

So now, we are left in a mystery in a year the Lakers wilted and deteriorated to the younger and inexperienced Oklahoma City Thunder, a team that has broken down the Lakers' disoriented (of late) franchise with blazing speed, heart, and athleticism.

The image of the Lakers' erratic postseason has brainwashed our senses, awed and touched by Kevin Durant to suddenly become Durant-addicts and adore his shooting extravaganza.

In an unpredictable postseason, the Lakers have found ways to alleviate near-tragedy, and have recovered from humiliation. Mired in disarray, somehow the Lakers returned to championship form and rebounded by playing aggressively and energetically in Tuesday's Game Five.

Even if the Lakers survive the Thunder, a team with nothing to lose amid an inconceivable postseason run, Kobe Bryant, the man with the hideous facial expressions, will have to wear more than just a ferocious game face.

He’ll have to orchestrate aggressive physical defense and find ways to slow down the explosiveness of the young and speedy Thunder.

And just when it seemed as though his body was breaking down, Kobe still executes and leads the Lakers almost as if in his prime. This isn’t the Black Mamba the world has grown accustomed to, though some may still loathe his one-man team playing and reckless jumpshots.

Even if he is arrogant and self-centered, the fact still remains that he could win multiple titles and surpass the legendary Michael Jordan with the most championship rings as an NBA superstar.

As Kobe enters the late stages of his accomplished career, he’s become notably less selfish, and has been setting up teammates for easy shots inside the paint.

It’s an atmosphere in which celebrities produce TV shows and movies.


If there’s ever been a captivating regular scene in Hollywood, it’s the Kobe Show, a dramatic, mesmerizing basketball spectacle. He always sets the tone, which has been a blueprint to championships during his remarkable career in Los Angeles.

With an injured Kobe, the question now becomes can the Lakers repeat for another NBA Championship?

Whether or not the decision to keep Kobe on the court with injuries in the postseason has backfired for Phil Jackson's Lakers is debatable. In this disappointing first round, he has been shooting under 40 percent, but has also been getting his teammates involved, limiting himself to 16-20 shots per game.

Kobe has so far withstood two broken fingers on his shooting hand, wobbly knees, a bruised elbow, hamstring issues, and back spasms. He has still played. He has still attempted shots.

He has still bailed the Lakers out of tough situations, such as drilling buzzer-beaters and hard-driving in the paint.

Like it or not, Kobe’s health status raises concern, even if he wants all people to believe that he's robust.

If he’s not healthy enough to be on the court in pivotal minutes of a tight game, then the Lakers chances of sustaining the back-to-back triumph could be tarnished.

With the way things have been going, it seems that Kobe is incapable of scoring 40-plus points. Just look at his performance in Game Four, when the Thunder pummeled the Lakers at the Ford Center in front of a delirious and rambunctious crowd. In that game, the Thunder kept Kobe from even getting a shot up in the first 15 minutes.

Not long ago, Kobe signed an $83.5 million extension that will pay him $30.4 million in 2013-14. As the years have progressed, he has matured and trusted in his teammates to produce.

This made for a markedly different Game Five, in which he was a playmaker and facilitator, passing the ball to teammates to create the better play, at times even in situations when he could have taken the open jumpshot.

Kobe may be a bit slower in his step and not as explosive as he used to be on the inside, but he’s still the determined and competitive superstar for Los Angeles.

By delivering on both ends of the court, Kobe held Russell Westbrook, the Thunder’s explosive guard, to 4-of-13 in field goals, and forced him to commit eight turnovers. This was enough to save the battered Lakers from doom.

They took a quick lead in the beginning of the game, and bounced back in a 111-87 rout to take a 3-2 lead in the Western Conference quarterfinals.

Kobe had once again saved the Lakers, and he is praised for accepting the challenge of shutting down Westbrook. His team even kept Kevin Durant, the youngest player ever to lead the league in scoring, to only 17 points.

The Lakers have gained more momentum with the impressive game of Paul Gasol, who had 25 points on 10-of-16 shooting, 11 rebounds, and five assists. Their gigantic center, Andrew Bynum, also had two dunks in the first five minutes.

We never know what to expect from the Lakers in the playoffs, but you certainly cannot rule L.A. out of the championship equation, especially if Kobe is healthy and ready to play.