Glory Days... Glory Daaaaaaayyyyyyss!! (Well they'll pass you by)

Evan recently wrote that, like an abused spouse, one needs to cut themselves off from the Knicks in order to protect oneself emotionally. I couldn't agree more, and came to that conclusion some years ago.

However...

Aren't we allowed to look at photos or videos now and then and remember what the good times were like? Are we entering the dangerous trap of allowing oneself to reminisce and thus re-opening that scar tissue?

I must. (Isn't YouTube great?) Partly for nostalgia sake, but partly to look back on better days in the NBA. Days of true hatred and passion, cold-hearted bad-ass "villians" like Reggie Miller, and gritty, kick-ass teams like the Knicks.

I was a senior in high school. It was spring of 1994. The Knicks were great. Jordan retired and the door was open for a championship. The Knicks got to the Eastern Conference semi-finals and first beat those pesky Bulls who put a righteous scare into them...



Can you imagine the level of emotional devastation we all would have felt if the Knicks lost to the Bulls sans Jordan? It could've happened.



The Eastern Conference Finals brought the Indiana Pacers. Reggie Miller did this in Game 5.





Fucking amazing. That is the definition of "on fire". In particular, that long 3 at 5:40 takes some fucking balls to take. But we were triumphant:





Finally, in the midst of the O.J. insanity, the Rockets finally did us in. It was bittersweet, to come so close and come up short. How short did we come up? This short:





(sigh)... Will I ever love a team again like those Knicks teams?

One Picture and Two Random Videos

Here is a photo of the last actual Hobo With Cheese I ate at Five-Star. I'd love to somehow embed this into the header of our blog. If anybody wants to work on this, let me know. I tried this once and wasn't successful.




Here is my all-time favorite basketball highlights / music video. I posted this once before and wanted to re-post it in light of Moon's Mike Nurse post and in light of our collective lamenting of the fact that guys aren't as passionate in professional sports as they once were.





Finally, I've had Sirius Radio for a few months now and have been able to listen to Howard Stern before. If you have not been able to make the jump and/or not interested in Howard Stern, here's a taste of song parodies of people sweating Robin Quivers' breasts.

(Sexual references / foul language follow - NSFW.)

Vote - Best Facial Dunk!

These two dunks are my top two (and I think I gotta go with KJ by a nose). Consider:

- Both were made by little guys over big guys. (6'3" over 6'9", 6'1" vs. 7'0")
- Both big guys were known at the time as very good / great defensive players.
- Both were in the playoffs.
- In both cases, even though the big guy was not directly guarding the dunker, he was there in plenty of time to help. (In other words, it wasn't some cheap "I dunked on you, even though you weren't really there" like the time Beer-on-the-Girl got dunked on by Biggie Sessoms at Amman Park.)

Anyway, which one is better? Is there another one better than both of these?











And here's a trio of Vince Carter dunking on people, lest anybody think I'm biased against him.

My Favorite Assist

My all-time favorite assist highlight is #3 on this countdown.





And yes, even though I'm 32, I still search for basketball highlights on Youtube when I'm bored.

Random Links 11/21/2007

1) Shaq's said some good stuff over the years (for Daffy).



2) I found this blog written by a NYC bouncer about the clublife through following one of Open Bar's stories through and got caught up in a random string of links (for all the still single guys trying to do it in this cold cold world).



3) "Staging a legendary duel for the ages..."



(for MMG)