The Resolution is Often Televised

We’re back in the now. After our origins in the 94-95 season, we’ve returned to the cold cold dark wet 2012-2013 NBA season. We have David fresh off a win to qualify for the Magic: The Gathering pro tour, John Shin’s new theme song, Matthew Blake taking a respite from eating by himself at taquerias and me with a cold. 2 long basketball heavy podcasts featuring your favorite beat-mocking of Bill Simmons, obscure name games, and more Kevin Duckworth than you’ll find anywhere else, for your listening.

 

Eastern Conference Preview featuring the music of Gil Scott-Heron…it sure is winter in America:

http://shawnkempredemption.com/skr12-13ECP.mp3

 

Now that we’re in the future-present, you can also listen (AND REVIEW) on the iTunes:

https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/shawn-kemp-redemption/id551761067

who cares?

There was a national lottery recently that had a huge payout. As the coverage grew, I read/heard many [smart] people describing the lottery as a ‘tax on the stupid’. This shows a serious lack of perspective. The lottery is a tax on the poor. If you are so fucked that you see no chance of ever digging yourself out…playing the lottery is very reasonable. It gives you a miniscule chance where otherwise there is zero.

Fandom is playing an emotional lottery. It’s more complicated; we can choose [to some degree] our level of investment to a team or player, and relegate them depending on our investment. I don’t refer to the teams I cheer for with a ‘we’. I am well aware I am not a member of the Bulls/Sox/Bears/Hawks/etc. organization. But…they’re a member of my team: Team Chris [we probably need a better name]. I care about the Bulls in the abstract as well as the players, coach, etc. Derrick Rose going down was losing someone from my team. I bet on this team, and these players, and this coach, with my heart. And now I’m fucked. If you’re more than a casual fan, even of the NBA in general, you’re fucked too.

The risk/reward of choosing the level of your investment in who you cheer for is pretty fucked [especially if you’re around my age and have a history of following Chicago teams]. When the Blackhwaks won the Stanley Cup a couple years ago, it brought old fans back [who had relegated the team because of shit ownership] and brought in the bandwagon. The fans who stayed with the team were understandably pissed about that playoff run. In the end, it didn’t matter because the ‘Hawks won and decades of torment were lifted.

Derrick Rose is looking at a 6-9 month window before he can do…well, anything. No Olympics. No off season workouts with Westbrook and Love.  Rubio had a similar injury months ago and isn’t sure if he’ll be back for the preseason. Derrick Rose won’t be Derrick Rose next year. Odds are, he never will be again. If he can adjust, maybe the Bulls are back in 2 years. 2 years. 2years.

I gambled a lot of my emotions on this Bulls team. I will continue to do so. If I cheered for Ron fucking Mercer, I can do this. If the Rose-less Bulls make it to the conference finals and lose to the Heat [still plausible], I’m going to slap every kid I see in a Wade or James jersey in the face. I’m taking this pain and anger with me until the Bulls win another championship, and if it happens, it’ll be way better than winning the lottery.

This podcast was recorded in the hours between Rose getting hurt and the announcement of the ACL tear, so it’s pretty moot. I don’t really have it in me to listen to it / edit it at the moment, so it’ll show up in this space later.

 

EDIT: And here it is. The only playoff preview that existed between the time Rose went down to the announcement of his injury:

https://shawnkempredemption.com/april12-2.mp3

Sonics Death Watch Vol. VI

This is repost from and article written for The Stranger by Sherman Alexie 2/19/08: http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/sonics-death-watch/Content?oid=515365

 

I’m addicted to porn, but not the moist, naked kind. Oh, I enjoy that kind of porn, too, but I am obsessed with another variety of illicit video.

I’ve been sneaking onto YouTube in the middle of the night so I can replay Sonics highlights from 1996.

Go ahead, right now, type “Shawn Kemp” into YouTube, and watch his 10 greatest dunks. I promise that you’ll get aroused. Do you remember Shawn Kemp at his greatest? Do you remember how he almost outplayed Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen in the 1996 NBA finals? I think I might write a poem, a villanelle, whose endlessly repeating question is “Do you remember Shawn Kemp?”

A few months ago, while walking with our sons in our neighborhood, my wife saw Shawn Kemp getting a haircut.

“You see him?” my wife said to our boys. “That guy was an incredible ball player.”

Even if the Sonics leave us, my wife and I will keep telling the stories about the magic and tragedy we witnessed. We’ll probably have to rhyme “Kemp” with “hemp,” or use a pun like “unkempt,” but that’s okay. Robert Frost knew the game: “Nothing gold can stay.”

The one where Matt eats a taco

Oh so much. Former *Featured listener* David Gleicher is in the apartment. We have news on the Stephan Marbury statue, not Derrick Rose, Stan Van Gundy, and the playoff picture. Matthew tries to redeem himself in the guess the basketball card game and eats a taco LIVE. We play who would you rather with Josh Smith and close it out with some Bill Simmons beat poetry PLUS a moment in John Shin being stoned history. BONUS: Magic: The Gathering talk.

ps we love you

https://shawnkempredemption.com/april12.mp3

MARK PRICE

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1rkIcmNftw&feature=player_embedded

Career assist totals:

Home, 2723

Road, 2132