I Never Trusted That Sumbitch Manute Bol November 10, 2011
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Shawn Bradley’s bike has been stolen.
He’s 7’6″ tall.
Maybe Shawn should hire this young lady.
For those who don’t know who Shawn Bradley is, this photo pretty well sums up his NBA career:
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I saw that guy play once, in Dallas when I was in my 20’s.
He was not fast.
That’s because he has his own gravity.
I saw him play in high school–when I was in my 20s.
Whippersnapper.
I coached a few youth basketball teams back in the 70’s/80s. My daughter’s team of 10 year-olds was called Sister Slam.
Believe it or not, Larry Bird and Magic Johnson both came to the banquet at our little local gym. I think this was just before their professional careers began.
Cazzy Russell used to show up at my gym when I was in junior high school in Ann Arbor. I suppose it was part of his degree program while he was at Michigan. A lot of the jocks majored in Phys. Ed. Mostly, he just practiced his free throws.
My dad once played pickup three-on-three basketball at the Y against Calvin Murphy and two other then-current Rockets. No lie.
(he lost, of course)
(he also lost very badly to Mark Spitz in the trials that qualify you for the trials that qualify you for the trials that qualify you for the trials that qualify you for the olympics. these are his claims to fame)
I think Russell was one of the best players ever in the Big Ten. One of the local channels used to have a Big Ten game on every Saturday and I loved when Michigan was on so I would watch him play.
Calvin Murphy was a tough little dude. I never Saw Cazzie Russell play. There’s a basketball-viewing-age demarcation line somewhere between me and the two guys above me in the comments.
I got arrested when I was 13 for skinny-dippin in an apartment pool with a bunch of other idiot boys and girls. For about 6 months my dad introduced me to people by sayin “meet my son, the midnight Mark Spitz”.
claim to fame
No claim to fame here. Waiting for the grandkids to become a household word before pride sets in and I begin to boast.