Three-peat like the Phil Jackson Bulls and Lakers?
Maybe…but then unlike Chicago and LA that will be it.
Last month for a great day in Oakland, Steph Curry had the shot with Warriors legend Al Attles, Oak-town rap God E40 and what looked like the whole Bay Area for maybe the best SLAM story and pullout cover of all-time. Yep this ‘Soul On Ice’ rivalling piece made instant vintage history and Oakland gold in a year for the record books, let alone the magazine pages.
Because this is the last year Golden State will win in the NBA. Larry O’Brien or nah!
Believe that…because we don’t even have to say that for it to be preordained true.
It’s written in stone.
It’s a real shame but get used to it. It’s happening. All good things and that.
And it isn’t what you think.
It has nothing to do with the bust up between Draymond Green and Kevin Durant that many in the press and below that box in the hurling insult stands think (roughly translated; hope) will be the Shaq and Kobe like catalyst for the death of a dynasty. Nor does it have to do with the carrot and the stick opting contract of the number 35 that even Sacramento announcers are making venomous jibes about (like the King’s have anything to joke about right now) hanging over their collective heads in this player power decision age that can put a franchises face in the dirt, throwing everyone under the team bus.
And before you (we (me)) start it really has nothing either to do with King James trying to win the wild west out in Hollywood with the Ball and Lonzo Angeles Lake Show young core ready to reality show rock as Lance makes ’em dance with his guitar. And whether Klay will have his day in LA and join them as a human torches free agent beacon this Summer (he won’t…although I hope). Losing to them on Christmas Day was just a gift from the Santa’s of the Basketball God’s that will hopefully lead to a Magic New Year resolution out in the La La Land city of angels and stars.
But it has something to do with those cool City Edition charcoal Nike joints and the roots of the tree of The Town thumped into submission across the barking chest.
It has something to with that 10 years in The Town, SC Under Armour grey vest Steph wears on the SLAM cover above his throwback orange Warrior shorts that take it back to the time Baron David dunked all over Dirk and Dallas. As tears of joy from the eyes of Oakland and the defeated titans back home in a Maverick Texas gave the now legendary Oracle its first look of legendary, visionary hardwood history moments of legacy made before everything Stephen and his big three gave. The thunderbolt dubs as enthused exciting as a J-Rich Slam Dunk contest windmill win through the legs.
It has something to do with why that knockout Basketball Bible cover featuring Bay boxing legend Andre Ward (who put Michael Jordan on the floor and took his ride in ‘Creed’. But by quarter II M.J. seconds out got his Mustang back) is so iconic and important. Why despite the cash chasing, Chase Centre innovative incentive of Silicon Valley on the other side. Making a splash on the other side of the brotherhood Bay, Golden State going across the Golden Gate may not head in the clouds lead to a hoop heaven despite the numbers. Or Rick Barry tram lined jersey throwback legacy of legend. They said Oakland didn’t make for a safe playground. But by parade day each year and passing season we could give you two reasons and ring finger counting to why that isn’t as too true as they think. How even when this writer took a train to the Oracle from San Fran and passed through Fruitvale Station (remembering how before ‘Black Panther’ and even the first ‘Rocky’ spin-off. Michael B. Jordan and Ryan Coogler brought that tragic story back to life and our collective social consciousness) that the cruel crime that happened here taking life on New Year’s night has everything to do with the police and not the people. The down to earth roots of Oakland are planted with beautiful seeds and over the last half decade of mainstream NBA dominance we’ve only seen these grow. So no matter what flowers these Warriors put in their hair next year across the Bay, Oak-town like Pac said will always “definitely be in the house”. Throwback tribute testament, or the ball pushing, moving forward downcourt and downtown.
For next year these dubs hearts will be in San Francisco.
But you know where the California soul of this Golden State will always be left.
Jared Dudley Is The Lakers Unsung Hero
There’s a hero that could save us in Hollywood right now.
And I ain’t talking about The King.
Or the Brow to ‘Bron in A.D. and his best since Shaq and Kobe dynamic duo combining for 70 like one off Elgin Baylor’s career high.
I ain’t talking about Kuz. Canada’s champ Danny Green from downtown purple and gold. Or the redemption reunion of Superman returns Dwight Howard in the hash-tag “Washed King’s” revenge season.
I ain’t even talking about the bald identity of my hero the Alex Caruso show this time.
I’m talking about Jared Dudley people.
Yeah I said it!
Not the same Jared that got replaced by Joaquin as The Joker. Not the same Dudley that got nut checked by Shaquille O’Neal on the Knicks before lamely quarterback pitch throwing the ball after him on the inbound technical (we didn’t think centers apart from Shaq could pass like that). Or the same J.D. that like going with Coke welcomed us to Atlanta with Ludacris. But just Jared.
You may think the former Brooklyn boy fan favourite owns the last roster spot that should have gone to a blazing Carmelo. Or still a free agent Jamal Crawford (even a J.R. Smith?!). A spot reserved for Andre Igudola once he gets out of contract hell. Or even a South Bay call-up for legendary names in young Lakers like Antetokounmpo, Stockton and Payton II. And let’s not forget the one Ingram they didn’t trade in the Grey Mamba ‘dre.
And with that headband over his shaved dome you may think the guy who Balenciaga bigger than Basketball looks the part in the players only catwalk runway to the stadium for his fashion fit drip looks like he’ll definitely be in ‘Bron’s ‘Space Jam’ sequel too. That’s all for your insults folks (“baldy?!”). But with that number ten to go with the head check he kind of looks like a less ripped version of a former King that used to kill the Lakers…and that’s no insult to J.D. Have you see Mike Bibby these days? He really is a unit.
But to me he looks like one of those bench energy guys who lifts the whole team in the mould of a Rony Turiaf or ‘Mad Dog’ Mark Madsen. Even if his time on the pine is more than on the hardwood. He still has his Laker legend like that photoshopped number 10 next to James and Davis for the new big three, tongue in cheek.
And speaking of that number ten you just may see that jersey in the seats of STAPLES almost as much as the King’s 23. Why you ask. Are fans waiting until A.D. adds a King’s 2 to his 3 as LeBron carries the 6? Was there a sale? An in-game giveaway like that Shaq City Edition being on everyones seats pregame for its debut in L.A.?
It’s because Dudley has literally been gifting his number ten signature to almost everyone (hello!) whose asked this season on Twitter and it isn’t even Christmas yet. What a statement. And if you thought that was a grand gesture then half of these people in the stands in tens are there because Jared has personally left comp tickets waiting for them for games at will call (the other half probably just in thanks). Not just at STAPLES…but on the road too. Now how’s that for player power? Reaching out to fans in precarious positions, with problems when it comes to getting to games, or even those whose lifelong dream was just to see Hollywood’s Lakers live and in living colour one time.
He’s done it countless. More times than the 23 and 2 team to start their best season since the year 2000 have won.
Now how about that? You love to see it. Right now no one does more for the fans than the people’s champ Jared Dudley.
When he gets his ring it won’t be from riding coattails, but giving his all, everything.
And let’s not forget the heart and hustle he puts down on the floor every night his box score doesn’t read DNP-CD for a second, or minute of time. He’s got a decent shot on him too. Even if it looks more awkward than me on dates…it works.
Let’s see more from Dudley.
The Lake Show are the Hollywood story of the season. But we all know when it comes to the script from the Basketball God’s you need your character actors as much as the academy of award winners. And if Jared Dudley really is the Lakers unsung hero in L.A. like Denis Irwin was for Manchester United (know your history) it’s time to hit the high notes and shoot our shot like he does his.
Now is this enough for me to get a jersey Jared?
DO Call It A Carmelo Comeback. Anthony Is Guaranteed For Years
Three fingers like “what’s your poison” and shots to the dome like LL Cool J’s comeback. I’m calling it…
La La said knock you out.
They say there are no guarantees in this life, or league. But now after almost crossing off an entire calender, Carmelo Anthony has one in this league of X and O’s.
You best believe every team that slept on him has woke up now.
O.K. Thunder? Like old New York. No ‘Melo in Lakers yellow, or Houston’s problem.
And let’s not talk about that ATL jersey Atlanta tried to hawk.
The Nugget type of fellow that Nelly rapped about like ‘Na-Nana-Na’, with the heart of a champion sweat until he was no longer in a suit and part of the Sportscenter theme again. After waiting longer to align with The King in Hollywood for this Game Of Thrones than another Anthony (Davis), Carmelo ended up coming up roses in the RIP City of Portland. And boy has he blazed a trail. Voltron forming arguably a big three with the best backcourt in the league not in this nation’s capital with C.J. McCollum and Dame ‘Time’ Lillard with the look like the OK3 of Russell Westbrook and PG3 and not the Beard and the Brow.
And now he’s exceeded everyone’s greatest expectations. As one of the G.O.A.T.’s has polished his path to the Hall with a comeback even better than the return of Superman Dwight Howard with the Lakers…which could have had a Hollywood sequel with Carmelo’s comeback.
But the Lakers loss is the PDX’s blazing gain.
What more would you expect from a guy who still put up competent averages in the soaring Rockets cosmos, despite being grounded by little court acclaim? The problems in Houston could have actually been attributed to another guy who ended up ousted and in an Oklahoma home too. Despite the trolls who are now trading in hot takes like they never simulated 2K videos of him building a Commodore house with his shot selection. Or the analysts who are changing their discussion like a report rewrite.
Carmelo ain’t calming down. Anthony is taking everyone back to school.
Class has been in session.
And how about the report card? Eight games. 16.9 points and 5.9 rebounds per game. Big shots. Western Conference Player of the Week. All Star legend spot? He belongs like the Carushow in the Slam Dunk Contest. He’s unstoppable like LeBron James’ Eurostep, spin-cycle lay-up that is like a runaway freight…word to Denzel Washington. Or his Kareem sky-hook. Tokyo 2020 Team USA bid for the best in five rings Olympic legend in his golden age? Big shots from the double 0 like seven. From nothing twice?! This is no time to die Mr. Bond.
He’s gone toe-to-shot with the MVP. Showed he was more than a most imported or Sixth Man, but still a star. More than the name, but the actual game. And now he’s guaranteed to be around for a while longer like he never left, but is here to stay. As the Blazers changed the trail on the end of the signature of his contract before the ink even dried for this guy’s with the wet jumper like staying outside in the snow with your ugly NBA sweater this Christmas.
This tax is more than a luxury. It’s about to cap off a classic career with one compelling closing chapter.
Even when he bit career highs at the core of his career in the Big Apple, the ever humble hero Carmelo was a walking and dribbling, “I just take it one game (or day) at a time” postgame soundbite like he has been in his comeback off court to on it. Well now the Blazers can guarantee him 365…or at least 82 or however far he takes them.
From the headband to the hoodie, stay ‘Melo. Anthony is here to stay.
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