Archive for June, 2009

Welcome to the Lester Hudson Era

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What’s the age of consent in heaven?

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Bardo Breaks It Down: The Sox at 72

After tonight’s game in Washington, the Red Sox will have 72 games under their belts, meaning 90 left in the season. Seems like as good a time as any to take a look at the season so far, and where it seems to be going.


Even as one of the biggest Sox fans I know and yet perpetual Sox worrier, I gotta say I like what we’ve put together. Emotionally I’ve got my feet up on the table and my hands behind my head, taking it all in. Not only because the first place throne is embedded with a fluffy five game cushion, and not only because we are currently 17 games over 500, but because of the way everything seems to be gellin’ right now. We like Magellan, we’re so gellin’.

The leading factor so far for our overwhelming success has been the pitching. It started a bit questionably with our two aces, Beckett and Lester, kinda sorta forgetting the season had actually started. Two and a half months later, Beckett has channeled his 2007 playoffs self and Lester looks every bit as good as he ever has. Between them and a resurgent Tim Wakefield (on pace for a 10-12 win first half and a horrifying All-Star snub) and an increasingly reliable Brad Penny, our first four starters cannot be matched.

A big question will be answered tonight in John Smoltz’s first start, but lets not put too much at stake if he doesn’t dazzle in the spot where Dice-K’s cadaver has been stored. The Smoltz issue will play out like LOST, we may get an answer tonight, but odds are, good or bad, it will open up doors to new questions. Not only is Clay Buchholtz (extremely) patiently waiting in Pawtucket but Justin Masterson can always be remolded into a starter.

Meanwhile our bullpen is unquestionably the unsung hero our the 2009 campaign so far, and one Theo and the boys should be the proudest of. While the Yankees wasted hundreds of millions (literally!) on starting pitching that has gone 11-8 with an ERA around 4, the Sox front office spent a fraction of that to acquire reliable, proven closers like Takashi Saito and Ramon Ramirez, and working on homegrown talent like Daniel Bard and Michael Bowden. Come the trading deadline you’ll hear how all of the contenders are looking for bullpen arms, all of them except us.

Running down the lineup, we can all agree that we’re getting unbelievable production from Jason Bay, Ellsbury, Nick Green, Youkilis, Lowell and Varitek. That leaves JD Drew who is right where we want him, Jed Lowrie who has been hurt most of the year, and Rocco Baldelli who hasn’t had much chance to shine. The only two guys who haven’t lived up to our astronomical expectations are Big Papi and Pedroia. Papi has been a true enigma, but recently looks like the David Ortiz of yore (the good yore, after he stunk for the Twins), and even Pedroia has begun to heat up.

Some other things to look forward to:
  • Sox are 15-5 in the last seven series against five teams with records better than 500.
  • Sox are 13-4 against the current 3 other AL playoff teams so far with all 4 loses coming on the West Coast. Have I mentioned we dont have to go West anymore this year?
  • Sox have a pretty steady lead in the American League and since the AL doesn’t lose All Star Games, we can just chalk up home field for the World Series. Oh yeah, have I mentioned that we’re 25-10 at home this season?
  • And last and certainly not least, there’s that little matter of the Sox being 8-0 against the Yankees this year.
I’ll be there tonight for game 62, rooting for the Sox with 75% of the crowd in DC, and starting to get used to this free and easy feeling. I would sum up my feelings more succinctly, but pregame beers and cornhole wait for me at Nats Stadium.

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Mock NBA All-Time Draft

This goes out to all the NBA GMs that won’t be picking #1 tonight: You can still have a great draft, and here is how: When you’re turn comes around just pick the guy that most resembles the best player ever picked in that spot. Its a can’t-miss strategy.

2. Isiah Thomas (’81)

3. Michael Jordan (’84)

4. Chris Paul (’05)

5. Kevin Garnett (’95)

6. Larry Bird (’78)

7. Bernard King (’77)

8. Robert Parish (’76)

9. Dirk Nowitzki (98)

10. Paul Pierce (’98)

11. Reggie Miller (’87)

12. Julius Erving (’72)

13. Kobe Bryant (’96) Karl Malone (’85)

14. Clyde Drexler (’83)

15. Steve Nash (’96)

16. John Stockton (’84)

17. Shawn Kemp (’89)

18. Joe Dumars (’85)

19. Nate Archibald (’70)

20. Jameer Nelson (’04)

21. Michael Finley (’95)

22. Reggie Lewis (’87)

23. Tayshaun Prince (’02)

24. Latrell Spreewell (’92)

25. Gerald Wallace (’01)

26. Vlade Divac (’89)

27. Kendrick Perkins (’03)

28. Tony Parker (’01)

29. Josh Howard (’03)

30. David Lee (’05)

And if you happen to have the 58th pick and only the 58th pick I recommend taking someone that reminds you of a JR Pinnock/Andreas Glyniadakis/Blake Stepp hybrid.

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S(FP)G Goes to the Durham Bullpen

You burden me with your questions, you’d have me tell no lies. You’re always asking what it’s all about, and you listen to my replies.

For I am the Sports (Fan Paradise) Guy, a breadth of knowledge and advice, and doer of good things where women are involved.

But a sign of a good leader is that he knows when to delegate. I received a mailbag question yesterday that I could have answered, and answered well, but when you get get an email about karaoke and you just happen to have a guy named “The Mouth of the South” Karaoke Craig on your payroll, well, it’s time to sit on the bench for an inning.

KC, this one is all you…

 

SFPG -

I am going to a karaoke party friday night and I need a suggestion for a song to bring the house down.

Also, give me some situational songs to sing:
- To serenade a girl
- To get everyone dancing
- To get everyone singing
- To get everyone laughing
- To get everyone to tell their friends the next day

 

This is a fantastic question, especially because it has so many right answers. The first thing you need to know about karaokeing is that you can’t do it just anywhere and expect it to be a hit. Anthony Hamilton or that guy from Kings of Leon could walk up to a mic at the most mundane of parties and instantly electrify the room. Most of you reading this are neither of them. So make sure that the atmosphere is right. Drinks should be flowing, the party should be packed, and most everyone should be 100 percent on board with karaoke as the evening’s headling event. Cocktail party with half a dozen people in attendance? Pass, unless you want to know how Jani Lane feels performing at a MADD banquet.

 

Anyway, once you’re sure the party is ripe for karaokeing (never hurts to let one or two of your buddies warm up the room, by the way), it’s not difficult to find a song that will make the panties drop. The good news is that there are way fewer bad songs to sing than good or OK ones, and they are easy to spot. (Whoever decided this Kid Rock/Sheryl Crow miscarriage was good for karaoke showed worse judgment than the guy who thought this would make him the toast of Boston).

 

What are some examples of good songs? Easiest question I’ve ever been asked, and that includes the other day at work when a foreign kid asked me if artichoke was a fish.

 

To serenade a girl: I am partial to Slip Away by Clarence Carter. “Can’t you just…slip away? Without him knowing you’re gone?” Perfect if her boyfriend’s in the audience, and he’s not you.
(Note: while we’re on CC, I have seen Strokin‘ pulled off to great effect. Boston Mike knows what I’m talking about; great for a group of guys who are all on the same page with the backup dancing).
Also for a girl, how about The Night Time is the Right Time by Ray Charles? Everybody who used to watch Cosby Show reruns loves this song, and it’s kind of romantic without being too slow-paced. After all, you don’t want the girl you’re serenading to squirm when the room goes dead because you’re singing to her. Big-time SOGB.

 

To get everyone dancing: Shout. Spend a thousand years searching, and you won’t find a more appropriate song. Doesn’t matter if you can sing it, because everyone else will be singing it too.

 

To get everyone singing: The songs that will accomplish this goal depend greatly on the region you’re in. Bruce will do the trick anywhere north of Trenton. Guns and Roses or Bon Jovi are fine for the mid-Atlantic. You Never Even Called Me By My Name and Family Tradition are Southern staples. (Note: If you want to sing something out of spite - always fun - emphatically sing Country Roads in Pittsburgh or New York, New York in Beantown.)
But to transcend regional preferences, go for the song that everybody knows the words to, even though they didn’t realize until the song came on that they knew the words. Ask somebody from Detroit if they know the words to any Garth Brooks song, and they might say no. Start karaokeing Friends in Low Places, and without thinking they’ll chime in, “…I showed up in boots, and ruined your black-tie affair.” Here are some others that more people know the words to than will let on:
* Beer by Reel Big Fish. “If I get drunk, well I’ll pass on the floor now, baby. You won’t bother me no more!”
* My Own Worst Enemy by Lit. “Can we forget about the things I said when I was drunk? I didn’t mean to call you that…”
* Do Right by Jimmie’s Chicken Shack. “Once would you tell me please, what do I do, what do I do right?”
* I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sister. “I wanna rock! ROCK!”
* Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations. “I need YOU! More than anyone, darling. You know that I have from the start.”
There are 100 more like this. Use your imagination.

 

To get everyone laughing: It’s way easier to get your friends laughing than the entire anonymous crowd, so I’ll leave that up to you. If you’re old enough to read this blog, you should have plenty of inside jokes that can be conveyed through song. But to make everyone laugh? If you happen to be a semi-cherubic rapper, I’d suggest this interpretation of Bennie and the Jets. Find yourself and all your WASPy or Jewish friends in a bar that happens to be populated by mostly Obama Supporters? Try some good-natured pandering with Sir Mix-a-lot. And you can’t go wrong by singing Total Eclipse of the Heart with cuss words added. Foist this song onto an unsuspecting crowd (especially an older one that’s unfamiliar with the D), and try to do so with a straight face.

 

To get everyone to tell their friends the next day: Somehow persuade the way-too-drunk girl in the slutty outfit to kiss and grope her girl friend on stage while you perform Criminal by Fiona Apple (and really, it’s only worth it if there’s a 50 percent chance or greater of partial nudity). Other than being Anthony Hamilton or That Guy from Kings of Leon, that’s probably your best bet.

 

After a quick look through my iTunes, these are all worth mentioning:
Rosalita, Bruce Springsteen
Come on Eileen, Dexy’s Midnight Runners
Runaround Sue, Dion
Shake That, Eminem F/ Nate Dogg (only if there are girls there who will, indeed, Shake That.)
I’m on a Boat, The Lonely Island
Whiskey in the Jar, Metallica
Sister Christian, Night Ranger (if only to over-zealously sing the “MOTORIN!” part.)
Your Love, The Outfield
Thriller, Michael Jackson (only if it’s Halloween, and you know the dance.)
Self-Esteem, The Offspring (everyone who went to middle school in the ’90s will appreciate you bringing it back.)
Bad Case of Loving You, Robert Palmer
It’s Tricky, Run DMC
Santeria, Sublime
I’m in Luv wit a Stripper, T-Pain (only if you sing it ironically.)
Stay Fly, Three Six Mafia (only if you’re Shaun Poore.)

 

Hate my ideas? I’m glad - that’s what the comments section is for. Give me your top-3 karaoke songs. It’s the least you can do after I just gave you all my go-to songs.

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Special Weekend Mailbag Question

As we have established before, great mailbag questions get their own post. Even greater questions get their own post on Friday…

Dear SFPG,

I enjoy playing drinking games, a lot; but I can never choose the right drinking game for the right situation.  Can you tell me what the best drinking game is for a few situations?

1. the first game of the night
2. a group of, say, 10 people
3. picking up women
4. at a bar, bored, but remembered a deck of cards
5. when you need to make people laugh
6. when you’re at a pool party
7. when you don’t want to make a mess
8. when you’re drinking sparks or redbull vodka’s
9. when you’re in the basement of 279 penn
10. the last game of the night

-Greg, South End Boston

Well if that isn’t a money mailbag question I don’t know what is. You should all learn a little something from Greg here…this is how it’s done.

Also, perfect timing for those looking to have fun during the shitty weather this weekend. Hopefully this will help some of you get funky tonight.

I’m going to attack these in the order Greg asked them, hereby presenting the Ten Commandments of Drinking Games.

1. The first game of the night should be complicated enough so as not to waste your sobriety. That said, it also needs to be something that gets 2-3 drinks in people and starts the night off right. I would suggest Asshole with a few rule variations: Waterfall left on odd socials and right on even socials, drink EVERY time you get skipped or can’t go, and whoever chugs their beer first gets the available clear card.

2. For a group of 10 people I suggest the game Celebrity (or if you’re lazy, Catchphrase). Celebrity is a great ice-breaker for a big group and it gets everybody involved. All you need is paper, some pens, a large punch bowl and a outgoing personalities. How to play: Hand everyone a piece of paper and instruct them to write down 30 celebrities’ names, the more random the better. Then tear and fold each name and put it in the punch bowl. Break up the group into 2 teams of 5 (girls vs. guys, Needham vs. Westford …whatever). The teams then alternate sending a representative up to the bowl, who will have a minute to get his team to say the name of as many celebrities as he/she can in 1 minute (have an opposing player keep track of time on the cable box). Whichever team has the most guessed after all 10 players have gone are the winners. Drink as you play.

3. For this I usually play a little game called “Haaave ya met Andy?

4. Unless you’re participating in an all-day charity fundraiser at a bar, please don’t be the guy who brings a deck of cards with you when you go out. Just don’t. If a situation arises where a deck of cards is mandatory to your survival you can always go to a 7/11 and get a pack for $2.

There are only 2 reasons why one would be bored at a bar: the bar is empty or they’re antisocial. If the bar is empty, my advice would be to leave and find one that’s full, or if no bars are full you should just evaluate yourself for drinking at 2:00 pm on a Tuesday. If the bar is full you should go talk to the best looking or most interesting person you see. If this is something that you can’t do then you should probably just leave the bar and find a new activity.

5. If you really want to make people laugh, and I’m talking like serious committment to the craft of comedy, do a dizzybat race.

That’s actually a perfect segway…

6. Swimming and binge drinking don’t really mesh well, but if you are drinking and grilling outside there is no better game than buzzball. All you need is a wiffleball, wiffleball bat, 8+ people, 3 solo cups and steady supply of beer. Guys and dykey girls hit opposite handed. You score if you hit the ball, run to 1st and chug your cup before the other team pegs you with the ball. You ARE able to run through first base but stay in fair territory. If you finish your first cup you can run for 2nd, but if you get pegged before finishing the 2nd you lose the point you scored at 1st (i.e. a run per cup chugged, 3 run max per at-bat). It’s pretty simple. Lots of overthrows.

7. The cleanest drinking game, and one that can be played in bars without a deck of cards, is called Fingers. Play with 4-8 people. Put a pint glass in the middle of the table, with everyone pouring a little beer in (preferably all different types). Everyone puts 1 finger on the cup. Go around in a circle saying “1…2…3…” and then guessing the amount of fingers that will be left on the cup after everyone either leaves theirs on or pulls it off. For example: The Celtics starting 5 are playing fingers. KG is up. He says “1…2…3…TWO!” He pulls his finger off and so does Rondo, but Ray, Perk and Paul leave theirs on. KG was wrong, since he guessed 2 but there with 3 left. He stays in. If you guess correctly you’re out. The last person left chugs the middle glass. It’s easier to explain in person.

8. If you’re drinking Sparks or Red Bull it probably means you’re going to be hyper. Play a game called Baghdad. Its 4-on-4 Beirut with 4 separate 6-cup formations on each side, 4 live balls and non-stop shooting. It’s an absolute clusterfuck.

9. When you’re in the basement of 279 Penn the only game to play is Survivor Flip Cup. Make alliances and make sure you’re not expendable. Outwit, Outplay, Outlast.

10. To quote the great Doug Coughlin: “All things end badly, otherwise they wouldn’t end.”

There is no good answer here. If you have followed these rules then there shouldn’t be a need for a special game to close the night. Any one of the aforementioned games, if played correctly and with enthusiasm, has the potential to be the last game of the night. Write that down.

So to recap…

Thou shalt play the most confusing game of the night first.

Thou shalt get everyone involved.

Thou shalt shamelessly introduce their buddies to girls without consent.

Thou shalt not bring a deck of cards to a bar.

Thou shalt not be afraid of making an ass of him or her self.

Thou shalt celebrate the art of outdoor drinking.

Thou shalt play Fingers instead of a card game when bored at a bar.

Thou shalt not play Baghdad unless they are hopped up on something.

Thou shalt take Survivor Flip Cup very seriously.

And finally, Thou shalt not be able to remember the end of the night.

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Well that year flew by…

Can you believe it has been 344 days since Sports Fan Paradise sponsored Brian Daubach’s Baseball Reference page?

I can’t either.

I just received an email saying that I have 21 days to pony-up another $20 to renew the sponsorship.

I’m not 100% convinced I saw a sizeable ROI, so I don’t think Daubs is getting another Andy Jackson off SFP. Instead we will use our annual advertising budget elsewhere.

And that’s where you guys come in: It’s Friday and I know you aren’t doing anything else. Sure, those mines won’t sweep themselves, but I think you can dedicate a few minutes to the ‘Dise.

Post a comment leaving a suggestion for how to spend $20 to promote the site. At 4:30 I’ll take the best idea and put the wheels in motion.

The Insneider doesn’t wake up until 5:00 EST. I want plenty of good suggestions before he puts his filthy mind to work on it.

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“Breaking” News: Sosa Tested Positive for Steroids…also, David Wells Tested Positive for Beer

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RW/RR Challenge Season Recap

by Josh Bard

 

There’s television, good television, and, if you’re lucky, “Do not delete recording” television. Most of this season of MTV’s The Duel 2 was barely television. There was a distinct lack of partying, night-vision hook ups, backstabbing, and any competitive drama after the Artest-ian melee between CT and Adam eight minutes into the season. Instead we were inundated with lame confrontations, contrived relationship disputes, and a player competing for diaper money. Yawn.

 

The final episode finally raised the bar, with a surprise extra duel, including the first full contact male duel. (And it was outstanding, with Brad pulling maybe the greatest and smarted competitive move ever, in throwing Landon’s ring. Truly genius work from a guy who  spelled T-H-R-O-N in a spelling bee challenge two weeks earlier.) And while the final challenge was par for the obstacle course, there were some great take-away moments. Rachel’s wire-to-wire victory was nothing short of impressive, even if it was predictable, and even if she might have the anatomy to compete in the men’s side too. Evan’s reaming out of Brittni was both hilarious and typical d-bag Evan. And Mark’s commitment to Aneesa showed class and character usually absent from the entire MTV network. You know the rest: the winners got oversized checks (one of the top 10 best things in life), the credits rolled, and then, and only then, did the show take its first steps into “Do not delete recording” territory.

 

Following the season finale, MTV aired an aftershow, The $#!t They Shoulda Showed, which is perfectly named. The hour long season retrospective with hysterical confessionals and video of the things we really wanted to see all season; the parties, hook ups, black outs, and silly time wasters that humanize the cast.

 

The main reason that the show was such a success was that it feature Issac in all of his drunken glory and comedic brilliance. If MTV were smart, they would have him live in the house for theinevitable  next go around and not compete, only provide debauchery and commentary. Between Issac’s epic black outs, his character ‘Samuel the Cat’, his Flava-Flav costume complete with black-face, and blunt honesty make him the uncontested MVP of the season.

 

Meanwhile, the aftershow also shed light into what the contestants do during the days, which was the first time we’d really seen how much fun the house can be. It’s easy to rip these steroid-pumped meatheads for being dumber than the Kicker iPod docks door prizes, but they have some unbelievably creative ways to party and pass time. The mustache, the cardboard box game, the fashion show, the oneses, Evan and Mark’s “Apartment Party” are all examples of things they really should have shown. (And honestly, why didn’t they? Did they not want more shows and more revenue? Come on Bunim-Murray, you’re better than that.)

 

Anyway, there’s so much more packed into the hour but I dont want to ruin all the fun. It’s MTV so it airs almost everyday, so I suggest making a DVR date. If all this hasn’t been enough of a sell, I give you two more words: Pube Tacos.

 

Meanwhile tomorrow night comes the grand finale to the roller-coaster of a season, The Reunion. Maybe we’ll finally get more video of the Adam/CT fight. Maybe we’ll finally find out if Landon is gay. Maybe we’ll get some insight into why Aneesa looked like such a crack-whore in the aftershow. Either way, the momentum from the Aftershow last week makes this must-see-tv and more potential “Do not delete recording” television.

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Quick Morning Dump

Finally Sporcle is getting the recognition it deserves

Ronaldo, soccer’s 220 million dollar man, gets a man massage in Vegas. And people wonder why futbol won’t catch on over here.

As Jeff Pearlman writes, Jewish kids will have another sports hero to mention in the Bar Mitzvah speech besides Sandy Koufax.

This female perspective blog is one of the only good things coming out of New York City right now. My favorite posts include Cocktails & Coworkers and Promiscuity Curbed.

I thought Martin Scorcese’s next movie was starring Vincent Chase. Apparently not, but it looks decent.

I feel like we should take the time to stop by NationalsPride.com every so often, because, well, they apparently take the time to stop by ours (see the comment section). It seems like Manny Acta is still the manager and the team is still well on their way to the worst season in their illustrious five year history. Have to give Ian and the boys credit, they’re holding strong, but its just a matter of time before they buy up the domain name NationalsComplacency.com.

Here is a video of Barney Stinson hosting the Tony Awards. I can’t watch videos at work but apparently he was pretty good. Between Ronaldo, NPH and the Washington Nationals this is quickly becoming the gayest dump we have ever done.

If you think that my friends and I didn’t do something very similar to this in high school then you may or may not be mistaken.

I guess they do stare at each other a lot.

Bruce and the Killers do Thunder Road. I just post what Bardo sends me.

Or I thought I posted everything Bardo sent me. I guess I missed this one from May 14th. My bad buddy, but hey, better late than never is what I always say…

 

Is Dwight Howard Overrated?

by Josh Bard

 

Dwight Howard has become an iconic NBA figure with his monstrous dunks, Superman costume, and childlike enjoyment of the game. Its always hard to crap on a guy you like (and I really like Howard and his swagger), but isn’t Dwight Howard overrated?
Looking at the Celtics Magic series its hard not to see him that way, especially looking back at game five. I know Howard is a dependable double-double every night of the season; I know he fills out every inch and pound of his 6′ 11″, 265 pound frame; I know his dunks can make you involuntarily rise from your seat. However its the things Howard can’t do that have left the bigger impression on me.

 

The biggest problem is that he can’t score in an offensive set, at least not with Kendrick Perkins and Glen Davis guarding him. His game fiver effectiveness was minimal, even worse than his stat line says: 37 minutes, 5-10 FG, 17 reb, 4 TOs, 12 points. Let’s start with Dwight Howard’s meager 12 points, which came on five baskets. Three of those five hoops came on offensive rebound putbacks or fastbreak dunks, meaning 40 percent of his baskets (only two hoops in 37 minutes!!!) came from offensive sets. Here’s who else had two baskets in offensive sets: Brian Scalabrine. Here’s who had five baskets in offensive sets: Stephon Marbury. (And in case you were wondering, of his 31 field goals, only 20 of them are from offensive sets, making him pretty harmless in a halfcourt set.) Seems to me that a solid box out from Perk (6′10″ 280 lbs) or Big Baby (6′9″ 285 lbs) would cut his already limited offense by about a third.

 

Howard called out Stan Van Gundy after game five for not getting him the ball enough especially down the stretch. Again, another Howard boo-boo. While Van Gundy looked like MacGruber trying to get the bomb out of the missile silo during the fourth quarter, Howard’s lack of touches ranks extremely low on the list of errors (listing said mistakes would put me over my imaginary word count).

 

Now you might counter that Dwight Howard is known for his defense too, and that’s a good point since he was the defensive player of the year. Howard’s 11 blocks are the same number that Perkins has had in less time. He may have the edge in steals but Howard’s shot changing ability is apparently matched by our rarely praised center. Oh and don’t forget Howard’s turnover margin is disastrous, with Rondo being the only Celtic dishing out more mistakes than him.

 

In the end, clearly a team that has Dwight Howard is lucky to have him, but in this playoff series I am underwhelmed. He should have been the one major advantage the Magic have over the Celtics, especially with Garnett on the sideline, and yet has been neutralized by Perk. We’re talking about a guy who was first team All-NBA against a guy who was our worst starter heading into the playoffs. I’m sure Van Gundy’s game plan isn’t helping him, but eventually a star exerts himself on the game, instead of the letting the game exert itself on him.
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