The Steve Kerr Moment

The Steve Kerr moment exists wherever Steve Kerr exists. 

Fries & Ketchup: A stampede, the NBA Finals, and links

So, um, yeah, my students attached my head to a buffalo and placed that awesome monstrosity onto t-shirts. A longer story exists behind this shirt, the students who created it, and our year together in AP English 11, but I won’t tell it here or now. Right now, I’m still digesting how we arrived from September to now, and with time still left in the year, I’m not entirely ready to reflect on the school year as done. We’re still reading and analyzing Cormac McCarthy’s The Road (2006) and Karen Russell’s Swamplandia! (2010). So, I’ll just say thank you and that I’m incredibly humbled. 

This Should Help Your Popularity..

"All the people that were rooting on me to fail, at the end of the day they have to wake up tomorrow and have the same life that they had before they woke up today. They have the same personal problems they had today. I'm going to continue to live the way I want to live and continue to do the things that I want to do with me and my family and be happy with that.

NBA Finals Recap: Jumping to Conclusions

I want to start off with a sincere apology for the extensive delay of my recap for the NBA finals; however, this delay did not come without reason and was partially done for the sake of sanity or at least the illusion of sanity.  Had I written this on Thursday, or even yesterday, I would have come off as a psycho, drunk on the successes of men I don't know and will never meet. Ever since the Lakers notched their second straight championship I could barely contain myself from grinning for more than a minute at a time. Now that my excitement has waned and I have regained my ability to withhold from smiling like a jackass, it's time for me to expound on an ugly game seven.

A Day in the Life: Kevin Garnett

Late Tuesday night, I received a phone call from a number I didn't recognize.  I answered the phone with the typical excitement one has for a phone call at 2:30 in the morning. Fully expecting a drunken conversation with a forgotten friend, I was ready to answer, mumble it's late, and hang up, but to my surprise, the call was from Kevin Garnett's agent returning my request to interview a player I've always admired for his defensive intensity,  all-around skill, and passion for the game. That was in April and I never expected any feedback, let alone an interview. After all, I am just an unknown blogger for an unknown blog from an unknown town in Virginia.  Not everything goes as expected.  I got an interview with KG, and Game 3 of the NBA Finals may not have been the moment of crisis that everyone believed it to be.

Before arriving at the cafe in Chestnut Hill (where we agreed to meet), I was overcome with a nervous energy after thinking of the pure intensity with which he plays, and I wondered to myself if this volatility is for real or if it's all a show.  And who could blame me: what with all the incessant screaming, chest pounding, and browbeating. No one could be that intense, or could they? That's when I found out the truth. I walked up to the all-star, greeted with a hug, and as I escaped his embrace I got the following shot where he screamed at the top of his lungs about the availability of his favorite breakfast pastry.

This was certainly the most interesting situation I had ever been in, being screamed at  about the availability of scones, a snack usually reserved for quiet tea parties, hosted by gentle grandmothers. I tried my best to take it in stride. We had coffee. He had the scones he was looking for and we moved on to the next stop, the neighborhood grocery store. As we were entering the store, I wondered to myself what could he possibly be shopping for, I mean he must have a personal chef that does the shopping and cooking for him. Then I noticed KG was already at the other side of the grocery store, moving a mile a minute and talking even faster. Somehow I caught up to him, only to have him yell at me once again.

After his agent explained to him that I was not an employee of the Whole Foods store and that I'm the photographer following him for the day, he responds by informing me he just really needs apple sauce, that his craving for the food burns deep within his gut, and I didn't question the man or his cravings, no matter how odd they appeared to be.

We searched for apple sauce over the next twenty minutes.  He wanted "the southern kind with the redneck on the jar" (I was previously unaware that there was more than one type of apple sauce). Thankfully, I found someone who worked there. Before explaining what I was looking for, the clerk said "You're here with KG aren't you? Here's the apple sauce he wants." Dumbfounded, I asked how he knew what we wanted, and without skipping a beat, the clerk states, "KG comes in here twice a day for the same thing, and he never remembers where it is."

After handing off the apple sauce to Kevin, he responded by beating his chest and putting his head through a glass door in the milk aisle. After regaining his composure, we headed to his last errand. The last stop would be to pick out his outfit for the local Emmy's, for which he was presenting an award for best public access show. Once inside the clothier, I sat down expecting a long drawn out search for the perfect suit. Before I could check my watch for the time he appeared from out of nowhere dressed in a tux.

At that point, he introduced himself as if he were James Bond, prompting me to decide that my time was up, the interview was over. I had learned almost nothing about the man, other than when he screams that it's not just for show. It's just who he is, whether on the basketball court or in a grocery store looking for apple sauce. The man is G, KG! and he wants everyone to know that the Celtics still have a few bullets left in their gun--consider Game 4 a warning shot.

LCBInsider: Unfounded Rumors

-With the death of legendary coach John Wooden, God holds a press conference that he now has a coach to maximize the basketball talent in heaven.

-After Game 1 of the NBA Finals, Pau Gasol mistakes Kevin Garnett for a pelican drenched in oil.

-Ken Griffey, Jr. takes nap in his own house, missing his at bat in family kickball game.  This missed at bat will probably also cost Griffey his chance at being the greatest kickball player of all-time.  

-MLB commissioner Bud Selig vows that in an effort to avoid future missed calls he will rewatch all six seasons of LOST and the Back to the Future trilogy, stating that time travel will be less detrimental to the game's integrity than mandatory instant replay in the ninth inning.

-Below is a performance by K'Naan of his song "Flag Wavin,'" the official song of the 2010 FIFA World Cup.  This performance took place at LCB Headquarters.


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The above photo is courtesy of the sports blog Last Row: Not the Front Row.  Check it out.