Hats off to Kevin Arnovitz, for running at TrueHoop from Phoenix over All-Star Weekend. Some highlights of his coverage: A Better All-Star Weekend, Rookie Challenge, Saturday Night Events, Sunday's Big Game, Your Nightmare Defender 1, Your Nightmare Defender 2 and Homeless Fantasy Camp.
OK, you tell me: What's more fun: Shaquille O'Neal spontaneously dancing, or doing something similar but a year later, stage-managed, and choreographed? Also, with Dwight Howard's phone booth and everything -- it's starting to feel a little WWE isn't it? Just a lot of NBA players doing a mediocre job of fake theatrical expression.
Kevin Durant, O.J. Mayo, and Joe Johnson show why the NBA hasn't had H-O-R-S-E for a long time.
I have heard from all kinds of people -- from Portland and Spain, mainly -- who are just livid about how the dunk contest was judged. I'm not going there. Panels of judges have different tastes, Rudy Fernandez -- performing on the fourth night in a row -- was never going to win. Maybe he lost a little worse than he might have, but these things happen. Such is life. Now he gets to go make a lot of money helping the NBA's second-youngest team make the playoffs. No victims here. What we should all get from Fernandez's performance, however, is a nice rememberance of Fernando Martin, which comes with a truly unbelievable (it will make your Monday) story from George Karl about Real Madrid's first game after Martin's death.
New Jordan commercial. Notice how, when he's attacking the rim, he jumps directly into the defender -- that actually gives him more control over the shot, because it makes the contact predictable. Also, would Jordan be less magnificent if, in the highlight which starts with his saving it out of bounds, he would have ended with a pass to Scottie Pippen for an uncontested layup? (Via Docksquad Sports)
I don't know how real the talks are, but don't you have to kind of hope that the Cavaliers can land Amare Stoudemire? It would just to really fun to watch. I'd like to see LeBron James come off a Stoudemire pick, and getting to, in that instant, decide whether to dump it to Stoudemire rolling to the hoop, jam it home himself, or hit Mo Williams for the jumper.