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Why College is good for the NBA (and society in general)

To all those thinking it is unfair for the NBA to require a minimum of one year of college before becoming eligible for employment (it is a business, after all), I have this short section from Jack McCallum’s wonderful book, Seven Seconds or Less: My Season on the Bench with the Runnin’ and Gunnin’ Phoenix Suns:

One day [Amare] Stoudemire came in wearing that Rolling Stones T-shirt bearing the image of a cartoon figure sticking out his tongue, the cover of Sticky Fingers.

“Now, STAT [Stand Tall and Talented, one of Stoudemire’s nicknames], tell me,” says [assistant coach Alvin] Gentry, “can you name one single Rolling Stones song?”

“Can’t help you, Chief,” said Stoudemire immediately.

On another day, he was wearing a T-shirt bearing the likeness of a 1930s Time cover on which Al Copone appeared.

“What’s with you and Capone?” I ask him.

“Don’t know anything about him,” Stoudemire answers, “except that he was a bad guy.”

I gave him a one-minute primer on Capone, Chicago, and Prohibition.

“Damn,” he said. “There was a time drinking was illegal?”

I rest my case.

February 23, 2009 Posted by | Sports | , , | 2 Comments

Read Chuck Klosterman. Now.

I will start this post off with a quote from Chuck Klosterman’s book Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story:

Death rides a pale horse, but I shall ride a silver Ford Taurus. It’s currently parked outside my apartment. The moment I turn the key, I decide to rechristen this vehicle the “Ford Tauntaun,” just in case I drive into an August blizzard and I need to stuff a freezing Luke Skywalker into the cozy engine block.

After reading that, is there any reason not to love Chuck Klosterman?  I’m only 30 pages into this book, and I am already at that stage where I can’t put it down unless it is pried from my hands by the jaws of life.  Now, you may not enjoy his writing (some favorite quotes of reviews on Amazon: “Narcissistic, yes, plus insulting!” and “Too self-involved”), but that is the point.  He writes about the goings-on of his life, whether it be visiting locations where rock stars met their deaths (as he does in this book) or the fact that he unashamedly loves heavy metal (as he does in Fargo Rock City).  He never apologizes, and he never expects you to care.  But the amazing thing is that you most likely will care, and will want to keep reading until there are no pages left to turn.  So head on over to your bookstore, library, or online megamart (a.k.a. Amazon) and check him out.  I think you’ll be glad you did.

February 17, 2009 Posted by | Music | , , | Leave a comment