BatManu to the rescue!

This seriously just made my night. Manu Ginobili, mad mad props to you.

Apparently the bat was circling around the arena, much to the annoyance of everyone. So my second-favorite Argentinean ever (Andrés Nocioni will always be my first :)) decided to swat the thing down and escort it out. And the season’s not even a full week old yet!

It’s my favorite time of the year!

I finally got around to watching a Bulls preseason game today. Totally didn’t recognized any of the players on the floor, at least not until Joakim Noah (who I have a serious new crush on, for the reasons seen below) checked in. I’m not too fussed about the fact that we no longer have the services of Ben Gordon (even though he was a ball hog, the guy can get on FIRE…sometimes…), but Derrick and Tyrus better get better (ack, I couldn’t think of another way to say it) soon in time for the season opener.

In light of the approaching of my favorite time of the year (NBA SEASON!!!!), I decided to reminisce the glorious, epic balooza that was the first round series against the Celtics last season (was that seriously only just a few months ago?) and YouTube’d what was, in my opinion, the greatest and most badass moment of that series:

I can seriously watch that over and over again and get a high off it. I remember exactly where I was at that moment. I was at Firehaus, one of the bars here at school, standing on a table and just going insane. When Noah made that block, I could scarcely believe it. When that punk ass fool (I absolutely DETEST the Celtics) Pierce couldn’t outrun him, I laughed. And when Joakim posterized him, I almost fainted.

Alright, that’s enough Joakim love for now. Time to get back to schoolwork!

The Class of 2009

I’m a little tipsy at the moment, so forgive me for any glaring, obvious mistakes or hilarities that may spew out of my mouth (fingers?).

So I spent a good two hours watching the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame induction ceremony tonight, and boy oh boy did it get me all teary-eyed and nostalgic. I’d almost forgotten how awesome the NBA used to be back in the ’90s, before weasels like LeBron and the like came around. Michael Jordan was friggin’ crying when he came onto the stage to give his speech, and all the highlight reels of David Robinson, John Stockton, Jerry Sloan, and everyone else made me so happy as a basketball fan. And seeing everyone else like Scottie, Tim Duncan, Kukoc in the audience made me so giddy.

So thanks, Michael. MJ. You were practically my hero growing up, and thanks for all the basketball awesomeness you graced the world with in your career.

Which reminds me…NBA season is coming soon!!! In like two months, but soon!!!! 🙂

We build then we break

So The Fray and Jack’s Mannequin play tonight at Tinley Park — and I’m not there. I’m a bit frustrated. They’re my favorite band, and I couldn’t find a single soul to watch them with me. And it’s frustrating, because I made a promise to myself back in 2007 after I first saw them that I would go to their every major tour concert in Chicago, and already I couldn’t even keep it.

I don’t think I’m being very selfish by saying this, but why is it so hard for people to accommodate themselves for me? I’m starting to feel like all I do is give and give, and yet not one person so far this summer has ever bothered to really, truly ask me: “What is going on in your life right now?” I can think of one person whom I have seen at least every week this summer, and even though I know what’s going on in her life, I’m pretty sure that she has not yet considered asking me how the fuck I’m doing in mine. It’s the most difficult feeling to have, because it’s not like I have been holed up in this house the entire summer. I’ve actually been out, hanging out with people and working. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that people ask me to do things with them rather than vice versa. It just makes me feel more pathetic, how nobody ever bothers to listen to me anymore.

To make my mood even worse, the U.S. lost the Confed. Cup final to Brazil today. And I’m downright disappointed. Yes, this was valuable experience for them, but at the same time it was just repulsive the way the U.S. totally disappeared in the second half. A 3-2 result I’ll take, but I’m expecting much better next year in the World Cup.

On a much lighter note, I am super duper happy that the White Sox spanked the Cubs today, 6-0. 🙂

Finally, a Beckham I can like

A few things on my mind:

First things first: My White Sox beat the boys from the North Side today. It wasn’t an epic game of any kind, but boy oh boy, did Gordon Beckham save the day! I only managed to catch the last 3 innings of today’s Crosstown Classic, but seriously, it was like watching two snails try to race each other on a foot-long course. One team barely pulled ahead when the other caught up. It felt real good to see Scott Podsednik hitting it up again though. Kind of unreal to think that just a while ago ago he wasn’t even with the Sox anymore, what with his injuries and all. I’m glad we picked him back up again this year.

Numero Dos: Last week, my brother had randomly texted me the following while I was at work: “USA beats number one spain 2 to 0 in the semifinals.” I was so confused at first, I didn’t think he was talking about soccer — because, of course, what were the chances of a second-rate team like the U.S. beating the number one team in the world? I’m still in shock. Anyway, tomorrow’s the FIFA Confederations Cup final, and it’s the U.S. against Brazil. Hopefully we can compete well. I still have trouble grasping the fact that somebody my own age (freaking Jozy Altidore) helped to break Spain’s winning streak. A whole year until the World Cup! Yay.

Third: I didn’t really get to pay attention much to the NBA draft this year, so I don’t really have much to say about it. I did get to hear about the big blockbuster trades, though: Shaq to Cleveland, and Vince Carter to the Magic. I’ll miss Alston and Lee on the Magic; I grew to be fans of them during the playoffs. And honestly, I don’t know if Shaq’s got much left in him. I don’t think he’ll be the answer LeBron James is looking for.