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<title>Team USA Concludes Exhibition Tour With 116-63 Win Over Korea</title>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Team USA completed a 5-0 exhibition tour by defeating host Korea 116-63. LeBron James led the U.S. in scoring with 23 points and added six rebounds, four assists and four steals. Dwayne Wade (16), Elton Brand (16) and Carmelo Anthony (13) also scored in double figures. Anthony led the U.S. in scoring overall during the five games, averaging 16.8 ppg. James (15.8) and Wade (12.2) were the only other U.S. players to average more than 10 ppg, but Antawn Jamison and Joe Johnson came very close (9.6 ppg each). <br>
<br>This win does not tell us a lot about Team USA. As Coach Mike Krzyzewski said afterward, "Obviously we knew we were going to win. The talent differential was in our favor by far." It will be interesting to see how this team responds when faced with tougher opposition. Also, as Bill Walton pointed out during the ESPN broadcast, teams have not been playing much zone defense against Team USA during the exhibition tour. Will the U.S. be able to execute offensively against zone defenses during the World Championships? <br>
<br>During my appearance today on <a href="http://www.betus.com/content/lockerroom/podcastlisting.asp# ">BetUs.ComRadio</a>, host Matthew Ross asked me if five exhibition games were too much for the U.S. I told him that, if anything, it might be too few. Keep in mind that the other countries in the World Championships have national teams that have played together for years under FIBA rules, while the U.S. team consists of players who have not played together (except for All-Star Games). It takes time for a team to jell and even more time to adjust to the different FIBA rules (shorter three point line, one less foul before disqualification, liberalized goal tending, trapezoid lane, etc.). I like the new U.S. approach of insisting on three year commitments from each player and I am confident that this will eventually result in gold medals for the U.S. in international play. Team USA's recent results in the Olympics and World Championships prove that winning these events will not be a cakewalk. <br>
<br>The only bad news so far for Team USA is that neither Amare Stoudemire not Gilbert Arenas will be healthy enough to play in the World Championships. Stoudemire returned home to continue rehabilitating his knee, while Arenas suffered a groin injury during practice on Monday. Coach Krzyzewski still must make one cut to get the roster down to 12 players before the World Championships begin. There are a total of 24 players on the Team USA roster for the 2006-08 period, but only 12 of them may be activated for a given event. This time around, injuries and prior commitments have eliminated several players from consideration.</div>

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<title>Nuggets Clinch Northwest</title>
<description>    Carmelo Anthony was only 3 years old the last time the Denver Nuggets won a division title. Anthony scored 28 points to lead Denver to its first division crown since the 1987-88 season with a 110-98 victory over Portland on Monday night.The Northwest Division title came sooner than most expected for the young Nuggets who drafted Anthony with the third pick in the 2003 draft.I don&apos;t think anybody thought we&apos;d be where we are now after three years said Anthony whose 26.8 points leads the team. This is one of the stages we&apos;ve been trying to get to. Now that we&apos;re here we want to move forward and win a playoff series. 
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<pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2006 14:56:53 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Sixers&apos; late-game woes continue</title>
<description>    Carmelo Anthony scored 29 points, including the go-ahead basket with 18.9 seconds left, and Ruben Patterson added 20 to lead the Denver Nuggets to their third straight win, 97-93 over the Philadelphia 76ers on Thursday night.

Marcus Camby had 13 points, 14 rebounds and one of the Nuggets&apos; two blocks on Philadelphia&apos;s last true possession that allowed them to hang on for their first three-game winning streak since Jan. 14-25. Denver also improved to six games over .
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<pubDate>Thu, 09 Mar 2006 22:40:03 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Nothing fits forever</title>
<description><![CDATA[    <img src="http://static.flickr.com/36/109959901_a48711dc38_o.jpg"><br /><br />It would seem that last night’s infernal burst of Gilbertology might truly need no comment from ours truly. As in, we live in heaven, he lives alone, our souls are intertwined and the moment need not be soiled by explanation. The more and more I gazed upon that fascinating still—one as destined for iconic status as Tiger with the fist pump or Yao’s scream of antiquity—the more brutally apparent it becomes to me that Arenas, far from being an oddball, is the living, breathing god of my favorite kind of NBA player: the kind you watch, instead of just view. What Iverson, Kobe, Nash, and a handful of others I go out of my way to see play have in common is this ability to not merely produce on any given night, but to casually redefine themselves through masterstrokes of basketball impressionism. <br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/109959903_2461c59cda.jpg"><br /><br />Let me put briefly put aside the strained fire and brimstone that guides this site long enough to admit, as I did last week, that this is by and large a league of consistency. Unlike baseball and football, where one can be violently up and down from one game to the next but still get recognized overall as a fantastic contributor, to be a credible contributor a guy’s got to come with steady output. Freaks and streaks can be profound, but no player’s a recognizable force (or definite failure) in this league until he can be counted on; to scrape the ridges of Mount Dunkmore, he’d better be guaranteed to account for a serious percentage of his team’s production, both in the box score and as a reliable force when the ball hits his hands. Until then, he will always get saddled with the p-word, no matter how impressive he is in spurts. <br /><br />When you reach the rarified air of superlative hoops accomplishment, there are at least three kind of consistency. Most obviously, there are the rock-solid bequeathers, under-appreciated and often big men like Duncan, Brand, Bosh, Dirk, Jamison, Kidd, Ray Ray and Redd. These folks give it their all with frightening regularity, churning it out from the opening bell and expected to operate as if to a rhythmic tick. I want to stop short of saying that you can intuit them from looking at a box score, but by and large there is no dramatic arc to their in-game performances. Professional, workmanlike, whatever you want to call them, these are consummate anchors of an offense, the given you pencil in at most moments during the season’s onslaught. <br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/109968528_2b1f794def_o.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/109968528_2b1f794def_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />In the next category, you find explosive players with a tendency toward predictable outcomes, who ebb and flow over the course of a game, occasionally make you doubt, and ultimately bring you right back to who you always knew they were. I’m talking about Garnett, Pierce, Wade, Vince, Billups, Bibby, Gasol, Melo, Richardson, Jefferson, Sheed, Marion, and Artest himself—unquestioned experts who sometimes lull, sometimes soar, but never have to redeem themselves and are constantly working within their own limits and images. This isn’t a knock on any of these fine, hurling turtles; merely to point out that if you turn on the television to see them play, you know what you’re getting and will be accordingly excited. Each game reinforces their , with ups and downs that end in a pointed reminder of yeah, that’s him. <br /><br />Gilbert and his gang, as I will now aptly dub them, rest upon their own set of shaggy shoulders. To return to last week’s trope of half-assed existentialism, All-American and yet bleakly Continental, they are players constantly exceeding themselves, or at least engaging in what feels for all the world like a motherfucking statement game. It can LeBron or Amare exerting and expanding their dominance, Kirilenko or Gerald Wallace twisting up the parameters of a box score, Nash working his conductor-ly magic, or Kobe, Iverson or McGrady scoring not only at will, but as if it’s unnatural for them to miss—or even repeat themselves out on the floor. Arenas is a must-see, not only because he’s likely to put on a show, but for what each and every game can do to your sense of him as a player and personality. If Wade proves with each big game that he’s still Wade, still proud, then Gilbert does it up in a way that’s not only unpredictable; with each of these self-transcending events, he also manages to seem unlikely all anew. As does Kobe, Bron, et al. In the crucible of the game, their legend is broken down and created anew, surprising you not only with this most recent installment but, in its reconstitution of the player’s most basic essence, shock you yet again they exist at all, that anything they do has ever happened in the glare of man’s senses. <br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/42/109968527_d2dc3991ba.jpg"><br /><br />This may seem like two-bit metaphysics for those of you not in tune with my lifelong education on this planet (or anyone merely taking issue with my late night sloppiness). But next time you find yourself up past bedtime watching one of these aforementioned idols, think about whether or not you feel you’re seeing them for the first time, whether you’re transfixed partly out of the fear that you’re witnessing a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. Not just a good game from your favorite NBA player, or one of those “instant classics” this blog will reference two years from now; I mean one of those performances where, in some ways, you feel like you’re discovering the sport again for the very first time. <br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/44/109968529_e566e71d16_o.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/109968529_e566e71d16_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>
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<pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2006 21:49:48 -0800</pubDate>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">What, you thought I’d let DM give out the midseason awards?  As if …<br>
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<u>Stud of the Year</u>
</strong>:  <em>To the best-performing first-round pick</em>.<br>
<strong>Shawn Marion, PHO</strong>
<br>And it really isn’t even close.  With Amare sidelined, Marion has been forced to pick up his game, and boy, has he ever.  His FG% is up to a remarkable 51%, and he’s a legitimate 7-category player.  He’s solved his struggles at the line, going from 68% in December to 86% in January.  It’s at the point where, if he keeps it up, Marion could be considered for the #1 overall pick next year.  Runner-up: <strong>LeBron James</strong>.<br>
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<u>Supporting Stud of the Year</u>
</strong>:  <em>To the best-performing second- or third-round pick.</em>
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<strong>Rashard Lewis, SEA</strong>
<br>Lewis has been the prototypical supporting stud this year.  He’s a huge asset in two categories (threes and points), and doesn’t really hurt you anywhere.  I’ve been very critical of Lewis in the past because he doesn’t rebound enough to be a good forward, nor does he get many assists, but at the end of the day, he does enough of everything else to give him supporting stud of the year.  Runner-up: <strong>Chauncey Billups</strong>.<br>
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<u>Breakout Player of the Year</u>
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<strong>David West, NOK<br>
</strong>Despite the fact that I hate him for what he did to my Wizards on Monday night, West is undoubtedly the breakout player of the year.  His per-minute averages haven’t changed all that much, other than points, and he’s a perfect example of why we preach minutes above all else here at FBB.  Still, can he maintain those percentages in the long run?  Runner-up: <strong>Mehmet Okur</strong>.<br>
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<u>Breakdown Player of the Year</u>
</strong>: <em>To the premier player who’s lost the most value between draft day and today</em>.<br>
<strong>Steve Francis, ORL</strong>
<br>Listen, we’ve been through a lot with Steve Francis, starting with his “99.9%” guarantee to return to Maryland for his senior year.  Then there was the draft debacle when he practically died on the spot when drafted by Vancouver.  Then his clashes with folks in Houston.  Then his clashes with Orlando when they traded his buddy <strong>Cuttino Mobley</strong>.  Still, through it all, his numbers stayed OK.  But now he’s complaining again, and his suspension earlier this year got him “last straw” status here at FBB.  Now he’s basically admitting he’s not playing his best, because of trade rumors, and the last straw was … well, you know.  You just can’t trust the Franchise anymore as a stud, and he should be avoided until at least the middle of the third round in fantasy drafts next year.  Runner-up: <strong>Stephon Marbury</strong>.<br>
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<a href="http://fantasybasketblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/leap.html">
<strong>Leaper of the Year</strong>
</a>: <em>To the player who’s made the leap to stud status.</em>
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<strong>Pau Gasol, MEM</strong>
<br>Admittedly, this has very little – if anything – to do with Gasol’s play.  But when you draft him, you know you’re going to dominate the Beards category.  Plus, he’s getting real live stud minutes now that the Hubie experiment is over in Memphis, and that’s allowed him to finally live up to the promise he showed his first two years in the league.  The free throws are a worry, but it’s always good to have something to work on.  Runner-up: <strong>Carmelo Anthony</strong>.<br>
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<u>Junior Leaper of the Year</u>
</strong>: <em>To the mid-round pick who’s made his way to supporting stud status.</em>
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<strong>Samuel Dalembert, PHI<br>
</strong>All he needed was someone to believe in him.  Now that he’s getting starter’s minutes, he’s turned into a legit 2nd-tier center.  His blocks are absolutely incredible, but don’t overlook his respectable FT% for a center.  Runner Up: <strong>Rasheed Wallace</strong>.</div>

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<category>Chauncey Billups</category>
<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 09:35:33 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>When they dance, don&apos;t call me</title>
<description><![CDATA[    <a href="http://static.flickr.com/38/97586015_0e234f8d38_o.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/97586015_0e234f8d38_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There have been a small handful of FreeDarko posts that could truly have been called "short." Before today, that scurrying list included the day Finley signed with the Spurs (why did I ever give a fuck about that?) and the news of Amare's injury (still I grieve). For all you stat-keepers out there, break out the old abacus and add another notch on the fire.<br /><br />I'm not only speaking as one of the world's foremost Arenas boosters: what do you have to do to land on the Eastern Conference reserve list? He's a ferocious scorer who actually knows how to lead a team at this point, fourth in the league in scoring, one of the Association's brightest young talents, and just generally a force to be reckoned with in any remotely perceptive human being's picture of the sport. <br /><br />It's almost like he's reaping the backlash against Kobe. No one can dare question #8's latest chain of exploits, so the next closest thing in the league, role-wise, gets lambasted. Wade's more balanced (as in the opposite of imbalanced, game-wise and otherwise), Iverson's a rock; these are HOF caliber talents. And the only guards in the East better than Arenas. I don't want this to turn into a "how do we reward the Pistons" meditation or pile-on, but no way is Arenas not the third best guard in the East, top five league-wide (Kidd's on the decline, Paul may be the better pure point but is not the same dominant type of presence; Baron Davis is a joke). <br /><br />Doesn't a franchise player having a career year deserve a spot? That's the argument being made for Pierce, and he's 1) not nearly Arenas's equal 2) on a shittier team 3) not as much fun to behold 4) not a legit superstar<br /><br />This is all so fucking obvious I feel shamed by being the one who has to say it. <br /><br />DAMN YOU, SKY ABOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/97590216_c9663981f7.jpg"><br /><br />P.S. Now the Recluse tells me that Melo's off, too. In the immortal words of Shoefly, "this is buuuullshit."<br /><br />Double missive: I have a new rule about the NBA. It's called "fan loyalty to a particular player only lasts as long as he stays himself on the court." Case in point, K-mart. Loved him when he could do some things. Now, he's dead to me. Call it inhuman, but really, what's there to like about Martin if he's not rumbling about and playing in a way worthy of his bionic swagger? Now he's just some big dude who seems kind of pissy. This is a league of athletes, and personality or no personality, it's only so interesting, important or meaningful without the game to back it up and justify what these figures are to us.
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<pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2006 12:40:57 -0800</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[    Marc J. Spears of THE DENVER POST writes, &quot;Sacramento Kings coach Rick Adelman said the voting for the NBA Western Conference all-star reserves could be one of the toughest in his 16 years as a coach. That might not be good news for Nuggets Carmelo Anthony and Marcus Camby, who face fierce competition for a reserve spot.&quot; 
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2006 10:19:38 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>NBA&apos;s Hype Machine Has Become Tiresome</title>
<description><![CDATA[    Ive never really liked made for TV specials. You know, those shows on network television that offer nothing of intrinsic value, but are still hyped to no end. The funny thing is, if you listen to all the hype, you actually start believing that whats being promoted is must watch TV. The NBA is no different, and the media has attempted to coerce the masses into believing that Melo vs. LeBron is the second coming of Larry vs. Magic. Find out more by reading this Total Access Exclusive.<br />

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<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2006 11:29:19 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>&apos;Melo laughs last when LeBron can&apos;t deliver</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2006 07:43:06 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Come Back Strong, People of Toil and Bloodshed!!!</title>
<description><![CDATA[    <img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/72681940_88a55a2cbc.jpg"><br /><br />First off, there have lately been some cacklings on and off shore about the way FreeDarko’s decided to handle its business as of late. Let me draw out the obvious: we’re an irreverent, hip-hop-reared blog that constantly hollers “FreeDarko is a movement,” has made style itself into our odalisk, and is getting more multitudinous by the hour. If you bought into the <i>More than Music</i> business model, than stand back and take notes as we move from holy trinity of intimates to hydra of great doom that feeds its own telescoping ire. It might not work, but we’re in this to try and unseat Page 2—something that will make far more sense when we leave the ghetto of Blogger once and for all. <br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/72681938_0fda642e31_m.jpg"><br /><br />Now, to make it at least halfway out of the prism of self-love: FreeDarko and the Euro as we know it. Although, as the Recluse proclaimed so groutishly the other day, we have no particular love for Darko, the Euro itself is a rich and astounding sword of meaning. And while whether or not Serbia’s own Whitey Bulger indeed deserves to see the light of day, his pre-draft rep as a hardened lout with a “nasty streak” gets at why I from the beginning have felt that the Euro is not, as many might believe, the polar opposite of the sort of the raw as fuck players that we’re prone to light our lanterns around.<br /><br />You see, it has always been of incredible surprise to me that all the Euro’s making the Association tended towards soft, that from the lands that brought us pogroms, death squads, famines, and endless, cloudless gray came slews of slithering giants best known for three-point range and shrinking in the light. Western Europe is one thing; B-Jax calling out Dirk as “the softest guy in the league” barely registers, since Germans have gone out of their way to feign harmlessness and inner depth since the Holocaust got revealed. If sports are often a correlative of national identity, it figures that Dirk would express exactly the benign view that Germany sees in the mirror and wishes to reflect back to the world as history marches forward the second most war-thirsty nation in modern history. In all actual fact, it’s their post-war ethos that’s to blame for EuroTrash, that self-fulfilling prophecy of a thousand trampled "other" Western nations. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7478/785/1600/alig_dapics_4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7478/785/320/alig_dapics_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />But Latvia, Lithuania, the Balkans, all these other places that both in my imagination (think shtetl 1926) and recent history are all about some hardcore. I want, no, I need, Euros to show me the tough, proud souls of their haunted peoples and besieged cultural past. It is with thought in mind that I turn to Sarunas Jasikevicius, Pacers rookie, potential savior (respect due to DLIC’s <blogitemurl><a href="http://freedarko.blogspot.com/2005/09/um-basketball.html">ode to Mario Kasun</a></blogitemurl>, penned in a time of leaner circumstance). <br /><br />Watching Jasikevicius last Thursday, the first thing I noticed was how much commitment he plays with. SJ exists within the flow of the game, and not just as an accessory. He digs in, makes things happen, puts his confidence, poise, and rep on the line to push a possession into fruitful being. To be sure, SJ’s a marksman, but he drains three’s with an Arenas-like portent. He only makes big shots and if they’re insignificant, he wills them unto bigness. We’re used to creators who need the ball a lot, so let’s call Jasikevicius a facilitator—he sets things into motion with an economy of action, the perfect point guard on a team full of scorers who need to ball in their hands. Key pass, key cut, finding his way to where someone needs to be to make a play. . . commentators often describe Nash or Kidd as “orchestrating” an offense, so try imagining that without the deliberate, heroic, quarterbacking aspect. SJ doesn’t just “play the right way,” he finds a way to mysteriously force the entire offense into that rhythm without touching the ball, directing the operation without actually getting everyone’s attention. He’s steeped in emotion, pumping his fist and grunting brilliantly, and looks more like some kind of squat, broken-nosed mercenary than a former folk dancer. <br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/35/72684378_28d391a347.jpg"><br /><br />I am fully expecting that a reader clothed in Pacer will insist that I’m wrong, that Jasikevicius is not even a slivered fingernail of what I’m claiming. But what’s important is that Jasikevicius represents everything a Euro should be, according to all the theories of thoughtful provocation I hold most dear. As much as Euros are supposed to have brought back the great game of Bird and McHale, the promise of SJ is that international players, who came into this world of NBA in ways we pampered, ivoried Americans could only begin to imagine, could what they alone see when they close their wild, vaguely Asiatic eyes. Style not as narrowly defined dribbling and dunking, but as acting like you know, true to your roots, throwing up your geo-political set every time the smoke clears at mid-court. <br /><br />And naturally, if you have followed me this far, you have no choice but to admit that the ultimate model for these dream Euros of my future thought is—in both structure and content—none other than the one man who knows the meaning of rugged and makes us feel it every time he surveys the game and makes it his own.<br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/34/72681942_4a9fc47807_o.jpg"><br /><br />Except no Slav would ever demand a trade. I am not nearly influential enough to map out the relationship between a nearly feudal sense of honor and duty and submission to Communism’s heavy-lidded reign, but I know that it’s got nothing to do with trying to mastermind that eternal Queensbridge come-up. <br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/20/72688436_fcc5f013a5_o.jpg"><br /><br /><i>Permit me to kill a few things on my way out: the new LeBron commercials may have put him on Melo’s level, and rendered Wade useless as a cultural icon. </i>
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<category>Jason Kidd</category>
<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2005 23:05:47 -0800</pubDate>
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<description>    DeShawn Stevenson scored 18 points, including several key run-sparking jumpers, and Dwight Howard had 17 points and 14 rebounds in the Orlando Magic&apos;s 94-83 victory over the Denver Nuggets on Saturday night.

Carmelo Anthony, coming off a season-high 40 points Friday night in a win over Miami, finished with 23 points, and Marcus Camby added 14 points and 12 rebounds for the Nuggets.

With the victory, Orlando snapped a five-game losing streak and ended Denver&apos;s winning streak at three games.
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<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 19:38:29 -0800</pubDate>
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      	Carmelo Anthony met in person recently with Jerry Colangelo about playing for the U.S. National Team. Colangelo is managing director for the USA Basketball men&apos;s senior national team that will represent the United States in the 2006 World Championships and...
      
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<pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2005 08:14:58 -0800</pubDate>
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<span style="font-size:85%;">Author's Note: I love meeting new people, regardless of whether more often than not I come away dissapointed.  Friends say I have impossibly high expectations...  I contend that I rather mind myself with quality and not quantity. I'm lazy, get bored easily and find it far sweeter to meet someone who challenges the limits of personal osmosis.  The subject of this article is just that.  Someone who may make me mildly obsessed for a decade.  Still, it's worth noting that women are on a completely different scale -  interactions based solely on aesthetics.</span>
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<br>I am pleased to introduce you to Anthony Mason, Jr. Sir Anthony, Young Mase, whatever you may want to call him - the quick and dirty is that he's a Freshman at St. John's, playing in the Big East under Norm Roberts.  He played high school ball in Memphis and was relatively well recruited, considered a top 25 small forward in last year's class.  Peep his St. john's <a href="http://redstormsports.collegesports.com/sports/m-baskbl/mtt/masonjr_anthony00.html">bio page</a> and an <a href="http://www.torchonline.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2005/12/01/438e288d986f4">article about him</a> from the Red Storm student paper.  Here he is in the skin:<br>
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<br>If you've never read FreeDarko before and get dizzy easily I suggest you go read those links and skip ahead a few paragraphs.  I'll even buffer the splendor by images that make no sense.  For the gutless - if you see the man below in cartoon form, you've arrived at your destination.<br>
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<br>The long of it is more disturbing, because extended details on Simba (as I call him) are scarce.  It leaves much to the imagination, and around here those are fruitful parcels.<br>
<br>Honestly, I assume we can all agree that we expect little from the offspring of NBA stars gone by.  The Abdul-Jabbars and Jeffrey Jordans of the world dissapointed us one time too many.  No need to put hope there with so much else in the I Love This Game to care about.<br>
<br>Those that have followed in the footsteps well enough to make it to the league barely made an echo.  Mike Dunleavy Sr. is too old and bald for us to remember him, too impotent to make Junior worth anything more than being a Dukie who I resent because he's always been coached by a pro.  I'd like to think that in 2023, Thanksgiving Day at the Dunleavy House will still feature bickering about potential never met, a promise long past wasted....  if those blue bloods get together at all.<br>
<br>But I have no such bile and vile to spit on the Mason family, no such dark wishes to tempt my amusement.  I wish both Senior and Junior only the best.<br>
<br>I am of the belief that both Anthony Masons will keep on mattering.  A beautiful equilibrium will exist.  The first because he was such a destructive presence, long established for our memories.  And his offspring is a joyful tease - offering clues about the poison of his family line, indications of both the talent and trauma of being named Anthony Mason.  But first a few notes on Senior.<br>
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</a>Lately, the new class of FreeDarko has touched upon their boyhood crushes.  Those players that meant so much to them, reflecting their turn from young watchers of the Association to grizzled commentators on the fringe of the Life.  Similarly, Anthony Mason, Sr. occupies a special place in my heart - representing that year when I stopped being a fanboy simpleton occupied with only the success of my home team and its roster of scraps.  The moment when I began to dive full force into the mana of the NBA.<br>
<br>At the risk of sounding tawdry I'll try to be brief.   I initially loathed the man.  He represented the undying passion of the Knicks in its most raw form.  I didn't respect his talent, nor that of John Starks.  I was hell bent on pedigree - Khalid Reeves, Billy Owens and other demagogues - not ready to embrace this bruising journeyman who appeared as a barbaric slap to the face of Jordan's league.<br>
<br>During the late 90s, I was able to watch from afar.  Mason, Sr. was relegated to Charlotte and more important things were afoot at home.  Riley had made his way down to Miami and I now began to appreciate his skill in finding jewels amongst coal.  While during his Heat tenure he hasn't found another Starks or a Mason - the Ike Austins, Bruce Bowens and Vo Lenards of the world have been briefly sweet.  Alas, today's Heat roster - saturated with talent - leaves no room for these dark horses to tread.<br>
<br>It was in the same days of the trade that brought King Anthony to Miami that I was lacing up my own hightops for the Masters of the Klondike Intramural Basketball Team in suburban Philadelphia.  Bethlehem Shoals, Shoefly, Silverbird (er Shadowfax) and I had managed to seduce some ringers to play for our team.<br>
<br>As we advanced through the season and into the playoffs, we became enamored with our collection of talent. The team, aptly named <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Masters of Style</span>, began to dole out monikers for everyone on our roster.  We pooled real life players from the early millenia Dallas Mavericks - it made sense since our point had Nash like hair and our four/five was tall and white enough to be Nowitzki-like... and so on...<br>
<br>But as those conversations got to yours truly, Shoefly was at a loss for Maverick comparison.  My game was bruising, devoid of any real skill.  Between my still-broad shoulders and my then-added college beer weight (now gone, I assure), I was a moving brick wall that lacked sense, compassion or feeling.  Often, my court defness was complimented by pre-game shots of Patron or a low level narcotic.   I was a tidy package of rage and pain.<br>
<br>Thus, it came of no surprise that the other Masters dubbed me Anthony Mason.  I saw myself in him - teased that his actual skill was that which I could tap into with new, expensive sneakers and more exercise!<br>
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<br>Welcome back.  I hope you enjoyed reading about the Red Storm.  The rest of us have gotten a little personal.<br>
<br>Indeed, the facts on Anthony Mason, Jr. are scarce.  We know little of him or his promise.  But we do know much about his kin.  I challenge you all to remember his father as best you can.  Keep his spirit alive, because his was the rare soul that could incite the <a href="http://www.yaleherald.com/article.php?Article=679">Yale Herald</a>, that bastion of fair and balanced journalism, in April of 2002 to speak  of him so ill... saying:<br>
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<blockquote>In 2002, Mason has changed very little, but he has successfully transformed  the Bucks from a title-contending team to a group of dispassionate and  disgruntled parts. Mason demands a touch on every possession, and his lack of  speed prevents the team from using its run-and-gun offensive attack. The Bucks'  offense, which last year relied on quick ball movement and unselfish perimeter  play, now goes through Mason, and the team's average production has fallen from  101 to 97 points per game. Further, the surly power forward has created locker  room dissension to the point that Bucks players have lost all confidence in one  another. Mason achieved the unimaginable, tearing the heart from a team that  thrived almost entirely on passion in its run to the 2001 Eastern Conference  Finals.</blockquote>
<br>Mase, Sr. certainly always had that ability to get under someone's skin as he did to Herald writer Kenneth Hammond (assuredly a silly Bucks fan to blame their failures wholly on him).  Yet, that quote's purpose here is to illustrate how Hammond's description of Mason is formed with such hate... this man had the uncanny ability to draw attention and scorn that seems almost a futuristic omen to today's era of FreeDarko.  Mase had a power to spark.   I doubt he drew the passion out of the Bucks (oxymoron), he probably just tipped the balance over a bit too much...<br>
<br>My new hope is that his son will bring the same flavor.  Many of you must be asking yourselves, how can Anthony Mason, Jr. possibly measure up to the dark circles under his father's eyes?  How could we not expect that the semen of a godly man with Samson like strength not be watered down if intermingled with that of a simply maiden?  His was the loins that should have penetrated one of the Williams Sisters, even Sheryl Swoopes  if she swung that way...<br>
<br>Granted I know nothing of Senior's bedfellow or Junior's teat feeder to judge her - but I had hoped that it be written in Scriptures that Anthony Mason, Sr. should have proliferated a new breed of muscle bound but fleet footed 3s with a comparably raw and talented athlete.<br>
<br>But it seems, that the lady was a more than suitable match.  Because given what we know about his father and with the small bits that we have about Mase, Jr..... we find a delicious paradox of anger inherited and intelligence granted.  Sugar AND spice.<br>
<br>Yes, first glance is that he's a Mama's boy.  Junior is a self-proclaimed lover of Shakespeare's Macbeth and member of the National Honor Society, while his father was famously charged with third-degree rape of two teenage girls in 1998 and must be relatively illiterate.<br>
<br>But, this is no boy done <span style="font-style: italic;">too </span>good.  Delving further, his literary tastes and personal motto show a teenager with some contempt for the legacy given to him, refusing not to stake his own claim.  But also a boy who grew up in awe of his father - imitating him on the court and in his personal hygiene patterns.<br>
<br>For where his father would carve messages into his scalp,  his son went far further and has become a new trail blazer for what can be accomplished with a razor and cream.<br>
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<br>He has already one-upped the other sons and daughters simply by the "M" gloriously carved into his right eyebrow.  This is enough for me to call this kid NeXt.  Of course, around these parts we have a lurid infatuation with the promise of the future.   Granted, too, we don't know much about Simba's game - seeming right now a bit thin for his size and a bit to doting to predict a daily Mason-Family-psycho-session.<br>
<br>But if you believe that the little things are indicators of future greatness, then he has them in droves.  This Young Prince has already been characterized as "long" and "lanky" - bringing "length", "athletic ability" and "perimeter shooting" to the Red Storm according to his Coach.  We know that length is the en vogue characteristic of a great player - at least until we start to measure forward lean.  Nevermind that M carved into his eyebrow.<br>
<br>Physique wise he must fill out to fulfill the greatness I see for him. Around 200 pounds now, I  need him to be at least 275 to tear the backboards down and be all the monster his father was and more.  We know the pedigree is there. The word BULK is written accross every A T C G  building block in his strings of DNA.<br>
<br>How about game? Again, there are limits to what we know - but I will watch closely as this college season unfolds.  Luckily, if mental acumen/fortitude is still seen as the great separator between superstar and journeyman in the NBA - Young Mase should be ripe for consistent praise and psycho analysis.  Apart from the Oedipus Complex that must both torture and fuel this young man, a great comfort is his choosing to don the same college uni as Ron Artest.<br>
<br>Think 'Melo without the 'Melo - a lanky three who should bulk up and has the anger patterns to tear shit up.  I hope he makes Papa proud.  I'll be watching.</div>

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<pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2005 09:09:03 -0800</pubDate>
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<description>     Playing without an injured Carmelo Anthony and a suspended George Karl, the Nuggets fell to Desmond Mason and the Hornets, 102-95, Wednesday. 
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<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 22:30:15 -0800</pubDate>
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<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2005 23:27:44 -0800</pubDate>
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