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Assorted Weekend Thoughts Part 2: Back with a Vengeance

3 Dec
This has nothing to do with this post. It just says WWE Vengeance. And that's about it. Carry on.

This has nothing to do with this post. It just says WWE Vengeance. And that’s about it. Carry on.

Back when I actually maintained this blog at a good rate, I used to do these “Assorted Weekend Thoughts” posts, which basically served as just another example of how lazy I was. When I couldn’t find time or get all my thoughts into one good post, I would mush them into one big post as semi-decent half-baked thoughts.

But at least they were something right?

Without further ado, here are my Assorted Weekend Thoughts Part 2: Back with a Vengeance:

  • Do not ask me how my fantasy teams are doing. I think I’ve fell out of favor with the fantasy gods or something, or otherwise, I’m positive I’ve been cursed by some evil witch who’s probably a Niners fan or Patriots fan and basks in delight when I’m miserable. But you tell me, how is it possible that a team that boasts Aaron Rodgers, Julio Jones, Wes Welker, Adrian Peterson, Michael Turner, Mike Wallace and Aaron Hernandez dead LAST in the league? You read that right — LAST. I’ll tell you how — my team is the ONLY team to have lost a game by FRACTIONAL points. And not just one game, TWO games. That’s right, I’ve lost TWO GAMES by less than 1 point. I’m destined to fantasy hell for the rest of my life. I need to repent.
  • I’m coming to terms with the fact that it’s probably going to be the Niners versus the Patriots in the Superbowl, aka Raider fans’ worst nightmare. I’m also coming to terms with the fact that I’m probably going to have to cheer for the Patriots. I’m also coming to terms with the fact that I’m probably gonna burn in hell. (I’m already there though, so what does it matter?)
  • The NHL can kiss my ass. I hate hockey.
  • I went to an ECHL (minor league hockey) SF Bulls game the other day to hang out with all the other displaced hockey fans in the Bay Area. What a unique experience. No one knows who the players are, so everyone just gets really drunk and acts a fool. I’m pretty sure their “hype man” wasn’t anyone they hired on staff. They just found the drunkest guy in the crowd, gave him a bunch of t-shirts and said “Here, get the crowd hyped! Do what you gotta do!” So what did he do? This big, fat white dude started dancing. White people dancing is funny. And then he started choking people. For fun, of course, but maybe too close to a lawsuit? I was laughing at the hilarity of the situation, but at the same time it was a little disturbing. The dancing, not the choking.
  • No one really wore an SF Bulls sweater. People were just wearing random ones for the sake of being acknowledged/standing out. I wore my Joe Pavelski Wisconsin Badgers sweater. Yup, I have a legit Joe Pavelski Badgers sweater. This random guy actually came up to me and said, “Badgers? Badgers? Wisconsin? I went there.” I responded, “Oh really? Cool. I didn’t. But Joe Pavelski did!” I felt so cool.
  • I miss hockey. I’m going back to the homeland (aka Canada) in a couple of weeks just so I can wallow in misery with my extended family.
  • My Ricky Rubio obsession is getting out of control. First of all, the kid hasn’t even played this year, but I’m counting down the days til his return to the hardwood. I was at work the other day and randomly decided to look up Ricky Rubio highlights. It was just, a random thought in my head. I’ve also googled “Ricky Rubio Injury” multiple times. He started practicing last week, so it’s only a matter of time before we get to see Ricky on the court again. Can I get a “HELL YEAH?!”
  • His commercial is hilarious. Well, not really. I was actually pretty surprised he even has a commercial. Endorsement deals already? I swear, when he blows up, and his fan base starts to grow, and everyone finally recognizes the awesomeness that is Ricky Rubio, keep in mind that I was an original. I liked him from the beginning*.
  • On a less random obsession, I am also completely enamored with the Warriors’ new rookie Harrison Barnes. I’m am so confident that he’s going to blossom into a star in this league that I actually bought his jersey already. He can be a little bit more aggressive towards the basket, and I’d like to see him be a little more physical more specifically on defense. But otherwise, his rebounding skills are impressive, and his shot will become more consistent with time. I feel like a proud mama every time he has a good game, especially when he was churning out double-doubles like a boss and when he does stuff like this. But mainly because I’ve been his champion ever since the Warriors selected him at the draft. I sure know how to pick ‘em.
  • The Warriors are currently the Pacific Division Leaders. Give that a chance to settle in for a second there, will ya. Can you screenshot this page and this sentence so we know this was actually real? At the beginning of December, the Golden State Warriors are Pacific Division Leaders. Ain’t that somethin’?

*This is a lie, as I firmly illustrated here.

And there they are. My thoughts for the weekend. Curiously missing from this post are my favorite football team. They’re dead to me. Like the WWF.

Responsibility. Relevancy. Writing. Reasons. Rubio.

5 Apr
Ricky Rubio

"I'm awesome." (Yeah, we know, Ricky.)

A responsible blogger not only writes interesting, well-thoughtout posts, but they also write posts that are relevant to the times. This includes talking about a topic that has at least been plastered all over ESPN within the week, as well as littering the post with tags and SEO keywords to drive up traffic to the blog for the sake of upping the view count. No matter how careless the practice, that’s what a responsible blogger does.

INSTAGRAM. ANDROID. DROID. TEAM IPHONE. IPHONE 5. INSTAGRAM. ANDROID. DROID. TEAM IPHONE. IPHONE 5. INSTAGRAM. ANDROID. DROID. TEAM IPHONE. IPHONE 5

Prior to my epic failure at upkeep the past 3 months for this blog, I think I did a fairly good job of accomplishing both thoughtful and relevant posts. Granted, the former is a totally subjective view while the latter probably is a more objective take. Nevertheless, you’re welcome for 3 months worth of decent, semi-entertaining content.

But this is my blog, my rules. So while I will never stray from the interesting and well-thoughtout realm of sports blogging, be aware that in the following post, I put a huge Martin Havlat middle finger up and said “fuck relevancy.” This post is probably about 1 month too late (or even 4 months), but this post has to be written, if only because I’ve been teasing it for the past 2 weeks or so.

Ricky Rubio.

If you’re not following me on Twitter (which you should because I’m hilarious — sometimes), then you probably don’t know I’m the biggest Ricky Rubio fan west of the Mississippi. Hell, I may as well be a closet Minnesota Timberwolves fan since I’m a pretty big fan of Kevin Love, too. Best big man in the game, in my opinion. Yes, even ahead of Dwight Howard. But I digress.

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Assorted Weekend Thoughts Volume Tres

24 Jan

The Warriors are the popcorn flavor. Good every once in a while but if we're being truthful, it's actually kind of crappy.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Those were pretty much my emotions over the last few days in the sports world. Allow me to illustrate.

Friday: UP

  • I got home from my first full week at a new job, and all I wanted to do was drink a glass of red wine, kick off my shoes, plop down on the couch, and watch whatever game was on. I scrolled through the channel guide and found the Minnesota Timberwolves versus the Los Angeles Clippers. I don’t think this game has ever been on my radar, ever. I think I’ve watched more curling matches* than I have T’Wolves and Clippers games combined.
  • *I’ve actually watched a lot of curling surprisingly. The only reason I watched so much was because during the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, curling was ALWAYS the event that was on prior to hockey. So I’d watch curling just to get to the hockey game. For the record, I still don’t understand what the hell goes on in that game. Do you?
  • But I digress…anytime I get to watch Ricky Rubio play, I will tune in. It’s just become an automatic response at this point in the season. What a stinker of a game he was playing though, until the fourth quarter, that is. Granted, he didn’t score much, and didn’t rack up a ton of assists, but I guarantee if you were watching that game, you would  have noticed him. If only because the commentators were slobbering over his play and couldn’t stop pointing out all of the positives in his game. Then he hit that 3-pointer, and I’m pretty sure Rubio’s fan club (including the president, yours truly) went bonkers. That was fun. Oh and Kevin Love’s shot to seal the deal was fantastico. Probably one of the best basketball games I’ve seen in the past couple of years.

Friday: DOWN

  • While watching T’Wolves vs Clips, I was simultaneously watching the Warriors vs Pacers game, and that, too, was going down to the last second. There’s no need to relive the memory nor is there a need to get pissed about the fact that the refs blew the kick-ball call on George Hill. What I’ve come to notice with Monta Ellis, especially with the clock dwindling down, is that he takes way too much time off the clock. A lot of times, he ends up with no time left or taking an off-balanced or ill-advised shot. Yeah, I know he’s lightning quick, but he has to make decisions faster so he can, in turn, make better decisions. Sure, the Pacers game wasn’t his fault. But if he had made a decision sooner, there may have been more time on the clock for the Warriors to get the ball back after the free throws.
  • I am a basketball coach, after all. I know these things.

Saturday: UP

  • Anytime the Sharks play the Canucks, my blood starts to boil. I just want to beat them so bad. Sometimes, I think I want to beat them more than the Sharks do. But then Jamie McGinn leveled Dan Hamhuis over the boards. And Joe Pavelski (JOE PAVELSKI!) stepped up and fought Keith Ballard in only his second career fight. And let’s not forget, Brad Winchester responded to my Twitter request and went full-speed decking my favorite player in the whole wide world, Alex Burrows, with a hard shoulder. Ok, I said to myself. I like that the Sharks want to kill the Canucks. I can dig that.

Saturday: DOWN

  • Too bad it was all for naught. They lost.

Sunday: WAY UP

  • I have been miserable the past 3 weeks because of the 49ers. They have singlehandedly ruined my mood. Let’s just say, I have not been a very pleasant person to be around if you’re a Niner fan. So when they lost on Sunday, thanks to my new hero, Kyle Williams, I said to myself, “This must be what heaven feels like.” I will elaborate more on this and the Niners later this week, but needless to say, this was one of the best feelings in a while.
  • I still don’t understand why Williams didn’t go after the ball. Didn’t he feel the ball touch his leg? Did he not think anyone saw it? Did he not remember that there’s this thing called replay in the NFL, and they WILL use it? That was one of the most boneheaded plays I’ve ever seen (and I’m a Raider fan, people).
  • I’ve come to realize that while I hate the Niners (I truly do), I hate bandwagon fans the most (of any team). And that’s usually where most of my hate is directed towards. Again, more on this later in the week.

Sunday: DOWN

  • My elation was stifled once I realized I was going to be bombarded with New York-Boston propaganda again for the kajillionth time in my brief years of existence on this planet. As if the media doesn’t hype this up enough, it’s going to be overkill for the next 2 weeks. I may have to avoid ESPN until February — ehhh, probably June.

Monday: UP

  • Well, got damn. The Sharks are kind of on a mini losing streak, but they’re playing Edmonton, who are like, one of the worst teams in the league, and Ryan Nugent-Hopkins is out and Taylor Hall can only see out of one eye, so this should be cake. They’re the only team I can really count on. And it’s the first of a back-to-back. This is great. MOAR HAWKEY PLEEZ.

Monday: WAY DOWN (What’s further down than hell? Yeah I’m past that.)

  • OMG. Brent Burns. I think I just shed a tear. Please be okay or I might die.
  • Usually, I would wish for someone to return the favor to Ales Hemsky, but he seems to do a pretty good job of that himself.
  • OUTLAW THE SHOOTOUT.
  • Let’s be grateful that the All Star break is basically here. The team needs it. Badly. Hell, I need it.

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I’m on an emotional rollercoaster, lovin you ain’t nothin healthy

lovin you was never good for me

but I can’t get off

Go Team.

Assorted Weekend Thoughts Part 2

5 Jan

The bubblegum flavor is Ricky Rubio. A whole lot of fun and flava.

I’m not dead.

That’s usually a common phrase I’ve become accustomed to writing on these blogs of mine to reassure those who read it that I’m still here. Sorry. I get into those modes where I don’t have enough time or I half-ass a post (about 3 in the past week) and don’t get around to finishing them in time and they end up being completely irrelevant. And then there’s also the fact that I’m just lazy.

I might have a plan to make-up for my lack of posts in the past 2 weeks or so though…a secret plan…muahahaha

In the meantime, here’s another  “Assorted Weekend Thoughts” post, because there’s a lot that must be said, and I’m too lazy to write them all separately.

NFL

  • I can’t believe the Raiders completely crapped out this weekend. No, I take that back — I can believe they crapped out. Chuck Bresnahan sucks. And is he or isn’t he fired? He better be. And I hope his replacement is Bay Area born and raised Jack Del Rio. Doesn’t Del Rio make sense? He almost makes too much sense. That will make all my dreams come true.
  • News of the Raiders apparently searching for a GM is a breath of fresh air. Reggie McKenzie, Director of Football Operations for the Green Bay Packers, is apparently first in line. Anyone from the Packers organization is good in my book, considering I’m a minority owner. Wait — what? Yup. Ask about me.
  • I’m actually glad it’s the offseason for the Silver and Black. With the cryptkeeper gone (R.I.P.), I have a feeling this will be quite an interesting couple of months, and by interesting I mean good. And by good, I mean I hope they have a GM, new DC, and better (smarter?) defensive players by the time next season rolls around. And by better and smarter players, I mean players not named Stanford Routt.
NHL
  • The Sharks are currently cruising, which is nice to see. All I’ve wanted since the beginning of the season was to beat Vancouver, and they failed their first two tries. They finally got it (albeit in a shootout) on Monday. That win made up for the Raiders’ incompetence on Sunday. Yes, that’s how badly I wanted the Sharks to beat the Canucks. But seriously, watching this season series just makes me wish for the playoffs already so we can sweep them and move on with our lives.
  • I hate Kevin Bieksa, but this is pretty funny. And it’s why I love hockey (players).
  • Tonight, I’m heading to the Tank to watch the game versus the Columbus Blue Jackets. I’m going to try to use my Jedi mind-control tricks to convince Rick Nash to ask for a trade to the Sharks. You laugh now, but when Nash is in a teal sweater come March, you’ll know exactly who to thank.
  • It was around this time last season that the Sharks went on 6-game losing streak, and I was ready to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. Let’s hope history doesn’t repeat itself.
  • So…is the Sharks’ special teams play going to continue this irritating seesaw right now? When the PP was on fire, the PK was in the shitter. Now, the PK seems to have its act together (sort of) and the PP blows. What gives man?
  • Fuck Alex Burrows.
  • I was probably the only person in California who tuned in to the World Juniors this year, but whatever. I’m used to being the only person that even cares about hockey where I’m from. I didn’t watch the Canada-Russia gold medal game last year, but I knew about how Russia came back to win. The semi-final game on Tuesday was absolutely unreal. Even if someone was not a hockey fan, it would have been next to impossible to not get into that game. My heart was racing in that final minute — and they aren’t even my countries! If you get the chance, tune in to the replay if they happen to show it on NHL Network. I promise, you will not be disappointed. And if you really can’t stand to watch an entire hockey game, just tune in about 12:00 minutes left in the 3rd…that’s when the magic begins…
NBA
  • Steph Curry’s ankle is a nuisance. There’s no use making him play right now. I say let him sit, let the ankle heal, and then let him come back when he’s 100%. I know the team looks lost most of the time without him on the court, but the ankle could be getting worse, and that’s exactly what you don’t want.
  • Ricky Rubio is a stud. With league pass free the past 2 weeks, I’ve watched as many Minnesota Wi– ahem Timberwolves games as I could just to watch Rubio play. I remember during the 2008 Olympics in Beijing, I thought the media was overrating this 17-year old kid and he sucked and he’d never make it in the NBA because all I cared about was U-S-A U-S-A U-S-A! But he’s so fun to watch. Just like with the Minnesota Wild at the start of the season, I don’t think I’ve watched this many Timberwolves games in my entire life. I would venture to say that I’ve watched more complete T’Wolves games than I have Warrior games so far this year. I don’t know if that’s meant to be a compliment to Minnesota or a snide at the Warriors…either way, I will be asking my old boss for court side seats to the T’Wolves game this season.

Anyway, Happy New Year! I’m sure it’ll be another glorious year in sports, and I can’t wait to see what fun stuff I can rant and bitch about this time around. Here’s to hoping your team has much success, unless you’re a fan of the Niners, Broncos, Chiefs, Chargers, Canucks, Red Wings, Kings, Ducks, Coyotes, Stars, Heat, Lakers, Yankees, Dodgers, Angels or any Boston team.

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A Little Story About Fandom (Fanaticism?)

29 Dec

We stopped believing in 2007.

I wrote an ethnography on the crazed (if not, at times, delusional) psyche and behavior of Golden State Warrior fans during their 2007 playoff run in college a couple of years ago. It was one of the most bizarre research projects I’d ever embarked upon because I had to force myself to assume the role as an outsider, rather than a participant. I’d go to sports bars during a game, and I’d subdue (as best as I could) my excitement every time time Stephen Jackson put up an ill-advised shot 5 feet from the 3-point line. I mean, for the sake of my paper, I had to note how everyone else was reacting, and I couldn’t do that if I was jumping up and down, screaming relentlessly, all while obliviously spilling my beer on the person next to me. For the first time ever, I was able to observe what it was that makes me a Warrior fan.

The biggest thing I took away from the whole experience was the incredible tenacity of Warrior fans. It didn’t matter that the team had no real big man, or that they were shooting at an unsustainable rate from 3-point land, or that the team just matched-up absurdly well versus the Dallas Mavericks — Warrior fans believed they had just as good a chance of winning a championship as anyone else in the playoffs. And when their world came tumbling down after coming back to earth versus the Utah Jazz in the next round, Warriors fans, while upset, were simply happy the team pulled off one of the greatest upsets in NBA history.

The obvious answer to being content with “failure” has to do with expectations. No one expected the Warriors to make the playoffs that season, let alone upset the number 1 seed. And even though deep in their hearts they were full aware the team was not nearly as talented as the others in the playoffs, the sky was never falling for the fans and the team. After they beat the Mavs, anything they accomplished from there on out was icing on the cake.

While it sucks to be a fan of a perennially bottom-feeding team, the kind of season as detailed above are what makes being a fan of losers so special sometimes. It’s all the crappy years that make your truly appreciate all the good times.

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