In an unexpected moment of utter adorability, after an incredible catch-and-twist-in-mid-air-finish by Paul Millsap, Al Jefferson’s emotional cup runneth’d over.
Photo credit @theweezy25
Here’s the entry pass and gif of the play, courtesy JazzFanatical. Even though Millsap hovered and twisted Al Jefferson was not credited by the Pepsi Center scorers for the dime.
Isn’t Huge Al just adorable??
We love you, man, when you’re Millslappin’ da bass.
Twas the night before tipoff and throughout the League
All the players were dealing with short camp fatigue;
The unis were hung in their lockers with care;
They had better be – big faux pas to play ‘bare’
Fan-atics were anxious, at least so they said
To see how many players dropped Jordans for Keds;
While Ma-ma in her jersey and I in my cap
Looked forward to hoops – no more CBA crap
When onto my timeline, the one that’s on Twitter
Were some fans’ b-ball tweets and one from a half-witter
They all made good sense, well except for the crank
The Twitter half-witter? Just some guy named ‘Frank’
Some noise from my street; To the window I flew
Will I finally see Santa? “He’s real” I just knew
Saw a man dressed in red – did I just get my wish?
I never knew Santa looked like the Commish!
Drove an apple red Porsche; I said “Your ride looks sweet.
Was it all bought and paid for by Arison’s Tweet?”
He said “That might be. He got fined lots of loot.
‘Nuf to buy the red Porsche and my nifty red suit!”
“So what did you bring?” I asked Santa-Commish
“I tried to be good. Will you grant me my wish?”
“Good, bad, or indifferent – you all get to see
An NBA season. Game one – TNT”
He whistled and shouted and called them by names
“On Christmas we’re showing 5 back-to-back games.
There’s Boston at New York; Miami at Mavs.
All big market teams, unlike T-wolves or Cavs”
“Game 3 is Bulls-Lakers and to end our day -
The Warriors host other team from L.A.”
“But what about Game 4?” I asked anxiously
“Will you tell me the teams I can watch on TV?”
‘Game 4 came about because someone was naughty.
Coach said “Don’t play Christmas” and said it quite haughty.
But we’re a free country, so Coach had his say.
Now mine’s “Magic on Christmas play Thunder – away”‘
He then jumped in the car, turned the shiny new key
“Like ‘Twilight Zone’ we now control your TV”
He then drove away and said “Lots more to do.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a “How U?’ “
Survivor Man of the NBA, hunter-gatherer of beasts and basketballs, these are the chronicles and adventures of Chris Kajun. What was the genesis of the TNACK project? It’s simple really…
Chris Kajun makes his way into New Orleans for the first time, encountering a local who has some advice for the newest member of the squad.
We boun’ ‘n’ bo’backs que yo’ weenah.
(Kajun translator: Rebounds and board-backs que your winning.)
You’re bound for barbequed wieners?
NO! NO! NO! We boun’ ‘n’ bo’backs que yo’ weenah!
Dam, boy, er’body kno dat…
So, he’s bound for some barbequed wieners…
…Whatever you say, douche.
CJ Miles would boast all-offensive and all-defensive honors from the Utah Jazz’s 2011-12 Fan Scrimmage. One of his two sick blocks, this one on future-star Derrick Favors. Only downside for CJ was the Scrimmage MVP Award wasn’t edible.
“Vanessa Bryant filed for divorce Friday from Lakers guard Kobe Bryant, signaling the end of a decade-long marriage.”
From one lockout straight to another. Bummer, dude.
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THE PEOPLE WHO INVENTED THIS #SWAG SHID
My.. ADIDAS…
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Nuclear NBA Winter Survivor’s Log: A Brave New World
Day #5, 11/18/2011
This is Shane Baker.
I used to be a basketball blogger until The Event ripped through our lives.
It’s been 5 days since the device went off. None of us knew exactly what happened in the room or how powerful the $4 billion dollar machine was, but now we know. It’s completely wiped basketball off the map.
Now I’m standing in the wake of it’s destruction, wondering where do we go from here.
Is basketball still salvageable? How many of us survived the initial blast? How many more will die from the radiation if this nuclear winter continues? What about our children? Will they learn from this mistake?
The sky is still as orange as a basketball, yet the air isn’t breathable. The radioactive dust is still thick, still raining down on us as like a broken backboard.
I’ve found a group of survivors; they are all convening on twitter. Yes, thankfully twitter survived the blast. We still gather at nights and talk about how the world was before The Event. We reminisce about the NBA and we pretend the players still exist. Some are still optimistic although some of our best have begun to search for other sources of basketball.
We are all hungry and cold and lonely. We have food and shelter and even each other, but strangely, this isn’t enough. We need the warmth of those arena lights and the friendliness of 18,000 screaming fans. I’m afraid if we don’t find it soon our resolve will wither away to nothing.
I’ve also heard rumors that The Event didn’t effect Europe or Asia. Some even claim that they still have basketball out there. I’m still skeptical. I’m not sure they really ever had real basketball to begin with, but if these reports are true, we have to find a way to communicate with them. Let them know survivors exist in the states and that we’d like to join their coalition and rebuild basketball for the world.
But that’s just a pipe dream. For now, I think I’ll just try to find what’s left of the owners and players and see if we can still salvage the NBA.
I’ll report soon as I have more.
(Source: mortythegreat, via chococvrdnoodle)