You hate broccoli or you love it. There is no middle ground or grey area. The same theory is applicable to coaches. Some people loathe the name Calipari while others celebrate it. Many were celebrating last night after Kentucky’s win over the Kansas Jayhawks. Living in Memphis gave me first hand accounts of Calipari and his genius, nevermind the fact that I have played 18 holes of Putt-Putt behind he and his son only days after his hip surgery. Or the time he and his children were gallivanting around the 12th green at Galloway Golf Course while I accidentally rolled a few tee shots in their direction. During his tenure in Memphis he galvanized a city and created a culture unlike any other this city had seen. Then he left.
Name calling, disavowed allegiances were sworn, and hatred festered for a slick-haired Italian crook. Well, I for one did not participate in this mob-like mentality. He left for a better job. Get over it. Yes, I was disappointed that MY team no longer had his goon squad of recruiters or his charismatic demeanor that soothed and calmed every worry. He went to another Blue school, who desperately needed to win again. So what did he do? He won. He won a lot. Calipari still hasn’t lost in Rupp Arena. Memphis fans hate him because he’s winning elsewhere – his character never came into question when he was the orchestrator of the Tigers success. Read more
Welcome to the NCAA Championship drinking game! We have decided to go Inception on your ass and create a game within a game. Only ours makes the other way more fun to watch. Listen, we all know that girls can’t sit through the first half of anything. And while guys act like they are into it, they really wish you weren’t over making them put up a front. So why not create something to spice things up a little and make it a fun event for everyone to watch? The rules are simple: Every time something listed below happens, you follow the consequences. We thought it would be most fun to go by category. Read more
Layup. Layup. Reverse layup. Set shot. Pump fake, bounce pass, another layup. These are your typical highlights from a women’s basketball game. Oh stop rolling your judgmental eyes at me. You know you are as bored with women’s basketball as I am. I’d rather watch CSPAN, clean my room, cut my grass, read War and Peace, and a plethora of other things. Look, I don’t have any issue with women and sports. I just believe they need some modification to improve viewership. Still rolling your eyes at me? How’s the WNBA doing these days? What’s that, you don’t know when or what channel they play on? What if I offered you $500 if you could name me 10 WNBA players in thirty seconds? Tick, tick, tick. Yeah I failed just as miserably as you. Don’t feel bad, you are in the majority.
My point is not to be an adversary to women and sports. They can do as they damn well please. I just want it to be watchable. Is that too much to ask? I love basketball, good basketball to be more precise. The larger the vested interest, the higher likelihood I am to stay on that channel. I need a reason, and the WNBA offers none. But, I have a plan to help change this conundrum. I’m all for equal rights (pandering to our female audience). Hey, listen I kept catching an elbow from the girlfriend while writing that first paragraph. But I promise I want women to succeed in sports too. Read more
This guest post comes from Mary Beth Wilson, a University of Tennessee graduate and Lakeland, FL native. We are glad she could join us to share her unfortunate story of awkwardly being on the Kiss Cam…with her brother. Follow her on Twitter @Wilson_MB!
It happened in January of 2010. I was sitting next to my younger brother, Jeremy, in Thompson Boling Arena at the UT/Vandy basketball game. During an early timeout, Faith Hill’s “This Kiss” started playing, which means one thing at Tennessee games – the kiss cam has begun. After several awkward, forced kisses and the inevitable “awwww’s” at elderly couples who have no problem with public displays of affection, I thought I had seen the last unsuspecting couple on the jumbotron. But then the unthinkable happened. My brother and I were on the kiss cam together.
Sure, the possibility of landing on the kiss cam with my brother had occurred to me before. But here’s the thing: we had (what we thought was) a full-proof system in the unlikely event the kiss cam gods would think to target us. One of us would either a) make a fake phone call (Jeremy’s idea…) or b) go to the concession stand. Words cannot express how badly I wish we had chosen option b. Read more
I’ve got Tony’s future planned out post-NBA career. Motivational speaker/children’s book writer. He can thank me later, and I will take a smaller percentage than his current agent. What a deal.
I figured if Lebron James can have cartoon children’s series starring Lebron, Lebron, annnndddd Lebron, Tony’s knowledge and sageness could generate beaucoup de moolah (French minor in me coming out). His Twitter feed is peppered with inspirational tweets and motivating messages. I think he loves brightening his followers’ day. As you can tell, I’m positively affected by Tony’s tweets.
I also considered Life Coach as an occupation for Tony once he’s won a few championships with the Grizz, but we all know there is no such thing as a Life Coach. That’s a title created by college students who choose to pursue “independent studies” as their major. I laughed out loud at a girl one time in a study group when she said her goal was to become a Life Coach. I cynically asked if her compensation was in chewing gum and butt taps? She wasn’t too happy. Sadly, I know some day my psyche will hinge on the encouraging words of a Life Coach on day when I’m a professional golfer. Still don’t know why I keep capitalizing both words, guess it’s my futile attempt to substantiate that profession. Read more
Today we celebrate. Break out your Cristal, Don Perionne, and Franzia because our boy Tony Allen has been verified!!!! Far too long has this Twitter account laid in the shadows of Unverificationland. But alas, the light has revealed the truth. To date, this easily makes Tony’s top ten life accomplishments. I may be slightly hyperbolic in my assumption about this achievement, but aren’t all bloggers masters of the hyperbole?
Who knew a blue circle with a check mark could generate such authority. In life we seek verification as often as possible. We say and do things to help distinguish our legitimacy and knowledge compared to others. Even Twitter allows validation amongst your peers. Read more