Showing posts with label Heat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Heat. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Haslem + Weed = Who Cares

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The only Miami Weed pic without a topless chick               

So as everyone know, if only because we talked about it on The Bench Cast #4 that on the 16th Udonis Haslem was arrested in Miami for having weed in the car.  I don’t talk much about my politics if you want to call them that on this site, but without getting into anything else I don’t think that drug laws are either just or affective.  I also don’t think that the NBA should worry about weed, but that’s another subject.

There were a couple things about this that I wanted to touch on.  First, they got pulled over doing 78 in 60, which is fine, that’s way over the limit you should expect to get pulled over.  But the article by Tim Reynolds said that the cops searched the car twice for contraband, why?  Why would going really fast have anything to do with weed?  Maybe if they were doing 27 in a 60 and stopping at every taco stand on the street.  The second thing is why search twice, it drives me crazy that these police to pad their stats or just because they have some stick up their ass about drugs go to such extremes to find the stuff.

The second issue is this, what the hell are athletes thinking?  They are rich enough to have a crew, all of them except maybe Steve Nash roll with 4 or 5 dudes everywhere.  Guess what, buy another S-Class to drive in front of you carrying all the guns and drugs, like the president does.  If you get pulled over, those guys take the fall, you pay them off big time, mob style, take care of the families and what not and you get off.  That’s what a crew is for, to protect you.  Same thing with the DUIs, get your boys to drive, they are reaching in your dolla bill garbage bag at the scrip club, they can roll the car, throw a bitch their way, come on.

Also, as my favorite comic Daniel Tosh says, grow the fuck up and do coke like an adult.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Meaning of Lebron as Cowards



There were lots of better pictures out there that were representative of the idea of Lebron as coward, but I couldn’t resist trying to rub it in these guys’ faces one last time.
Frankly not very many people have actually called Lebron a coward, but while only one or two commentators have actually used those words, pretty much anyone that has negatively commented on the movement of Lebron to Miami has spoken in metaphors or synonyms to coward.
But why do we hear these kinds of sentiments when the idea of coward, something that is inextricably linked to an almost dead idea of honor is still used in professional sports.  We never see these ideas used in school or in our work place or pretty much anywhere else.  When was the last time someone described anyone you know as a coward, or someone’s behavior as dishonorable?
It seems to me that sports is the last refuge of these old ideas of honor in American culture, it’s still where specifically men challenge each other on “the battle field” and find superiority by defeating their opponent.  With all the discussion of “how” someone plays the game, their “attitude” and how they interact with their team mates these ideas are still prevalent.
So what many have seen with Lebron, including or should I say especially former players like Sir Chuck and Jordan is someone that instead of rising to the challenge of trying to overcome or defeat another player, Wade in this case, he has chosen to join him.  The equivalent of an American soldier saying that this island hopping shit is just too much and joining the Japanese side.
This has clearly tainted the Heat as an organization too, as they have suddenly become evil in the minds of many, a place that harbors cowards and traitors, like a pirate ship.  Even Chris Bosh whom no one blames for leaving the Raptors is now covered in the stink of this deal.  He is routinely described as a third wheel, the toady that follows the bully around doing his dirty work, the sycophant.
I think it will be very interesting to see how this narrative plays out over the coming years, if these ideas can even be sustained in sports or if the new age of “best friend” players will destroy these last vestiges of the honor culture even in sports.
Sorry this post was completely lacking in humor, maybe I’ll change the motto of the site to “The blog that used to get hand jobs from your older sister in the garage” just so everything ends on a light note.