Josh Q. Public: Speed of lightning, roar of thunder, fighting all who rob or plunder. -Underdog
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Paul Pierce. The Truth. The Truth is, he’s the most underrated player in the world, and nobody can tell me different. Nobody. The Truth is, the only reason the Boston Celtics were sitting pretty in first with five wins is Paul Pierce. The only reason. Do not kid yourselves. You can Bassy me. You can Big Show Powe me. You can Gerald Green, the Three Point Machine me. You can Kendrick Perkins me. You can Al Jefferson me. You can Delonte West me. Heck, you can even Wally me. The only reason the Boston Celtics were sitting pretty in first with five wins is Paul Pierce. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. It’s the Truth. He wills the Celtics to victory. If Boston loses, don’t even think to glance over at Paul. I can assure you it wasn’t his fault. PPG 27.2 | RPG 9 | APG 3.8. That’s more points than Vee Dot Carter. More points than Disco Dirk. More than the Mamba. More than T-Mac. More than the Black President. That’s more boards than Lamar Odom. More boards than the Matrix. More than ŽydrÅ«na “the Wall” Ilgauskas. More than Ron Ron. More than Amare Stoudemire. That’s more dimes than Madison Square Gordon. More dimes than the Glove. More than Big Nate Robinson. More than Smush. The Truth goes to the line more than everybody except AI and Flash. Think this cat doesn’t play hard? Think again. He wills this team to win. Against the Bucks the other night, Paul scored 34 points. Scored 16 in the third quarter. Single-handedly erasing a 14-point halftime deficit. Single-handedly took the lead at the end of the third quarter. Carried the Celtics to victory. Period. Held the Silent Killer Michael Redd to 24. No easy feat. But Pierce cannot do it alone. If Boston gets somebody to rebound the ball effectively. You can’t win without the ball. If Boston gets somebody to rebound the ball effectively and they get somebody to handle the ball with consistency. You can’t win if you can’t hold onto the ball. If Boston gets somebody to rebound the ball effectively and they get somebody to handle the ball with consistency, they will start winning some ball games. If they start winning ball games consistently, the accolades will come. It’s tough to win awards, when you’re not winning ball games. And that’s the double truth Ruth. Mister Señor Love Daddy style.
Public Knowledge:
1. I swear to god I did not watch Monday Night Football. My boy, the Mind, told me Slick Watts was all over it. I had no idea. I watched Heroes. Save the cheerleader, save the world, and all. When my buddy told me, I felt all broke like.
2. I watched about a quarter of the Nets/Bobcats game the other night. Macho Morrison just stands behind the arc. In one spot. Waits for the rock. Then creates from there. Either the tre or to the hizzy. Whichever you give him. Make you feel all broke like. That was the Charlotte offense. It worked.
3. My boy Jamie texted me yesterday. Said: “Fear the Turtle.” Jamie’s an ACC guy. Always has been. I was always a Big East guy. Now having no choice of my own, I’m an ACC guy. Anyway, I remember one night, bombed, in the Red Lion, down in DC. Jamie was spewing nonsense about MJ before MJ was even MJ. So, my point is, if he says “fear the Turtle”, maybe we should fear the Turtle.
4. A Tale of One City: Who’s a bigger cancer, Starbury or Zeke? Discuss amongst yourselves. And I mean it this time. Amongst yourselves.
5. Not for nothing, David Lee is the best Knick. And not for nothing else, the Half Bald Prince’s boy was right, Channing Frye is the next Charles Smith.
6. Look for D-Mat to sign in the eleven million dollar range. I just can’t see this thing not happening. Just can’t see it. Mr. Magoo style.
7. Slick Watts. Uchhhhh. I swear to you. I saw the Big Ben Wallace story. My synapses immediately flickered to that old Slick Watts Sports Illustrated cover. I can see it on top of the radiator in our den growing up. I swear, I never saw MNF. Honest injun. Cigar Store Indian style. I feel all broke like still.
8. College Basketball’s best kept secret. The Nevada Wolf Pack’s Nick Fazekas. Whenever I think of the Nevada Wolf Pack, I think of Reno 911. Those cats are always talking about the lady Wolf Pack. Anyway, Nick Fazekas. Senior power forward. 5th in the nation in scoring. 1st in the nation in rebounding. Nevada is ranked 20th in the country. You can thank Little Nicky for that. Plays smart. Plays hard. Real good on the offensive end. Can score inside and out. Diana Ross style.
9. Maybe his wife was right. Michael Strahan threw a hissy fit when reporter called him out on comments he made on the radio regarding Plaxico. Strahan: “It’s a shame. You can’t give up. You can’t quit, because you’re not quitting on yourself, you’re quitting on everybody. I don’t quite understand what his lack of motivation is in those types of situations.” Hey Mike, stop calling out your teammates in the press, and then, the press won’t have to ask you questions about it. How bout that?
10. Are things that bad in Houston they have to do this? They have to try out Justin Juice Gatlin. Isn’t that just asking for trouble? I guess desperate times call for desperate measures. Think they wish they drafted Mighty Vince Young? This David Carr character just doesn’t seem to be getting it done. Not for nothing, Gatlin will not be the first disgraced sprinter to try out for the NFL. The shame of Canada, Ben Johnson had a work-out with the Cowboys. British sprinter Dwain Chambers had a tryout with the 49ers. Never made the team. Chambers ran for gold in Munich in the 100m. He was later stripped of said gold. Outed in the 2003 BALCO doping scandal. THG. As far as we know, Bullet Bob Hayes and Skeets weren’t juicing. Skeets got himself a ring.
11. Detroit’s Kronk Gym shuts down. CBGB’s style. End of an era. The gym of champions. Kronk’s produced the Golden Boy. Kronk’s produced the Real Deal. Kronk’s produced the Hit Man. Kronk’s produced Michael Moorer. Remember Foreman just hung around and hung around against Moorer. Then boom goes the dynamite! He’s the new Champion of the World. Fantastic! Kronk’s produced Milton “the Ice Man” McCrory. Kronk’s produced his brother, Steve “the Bluesman” McCrory. Kronk’s produced Kermit “El Asesino” Cintron. Kronk’s produced Duane Thomas. Kronk’s produced Gerald “the G-Man” McClellan. Kronk’s produced their first champion, Hilmer Kenty. You can’t mention Kronk’s and not mention Emmanuel Steward. One of the greatest of them all. Trainer extraordinaire. Some other moments in Kronk’s history:
A) William “Caveman” Lee, who had fought Marvelous Marvin Hagler for the middleweight championship, losing by a knockout in 67 seconds, robs a bank in Detroit, goes to prison for three years.
B) Leslie “Lemonade” Gardner, 26, in mistaken belief he is being tailed by police, swallows drugs he had in his car, overdoses, crashes and dies.
C) Emanuel Steward is inducted into Boxing Hall of Fame.
D) Duane Thomas, 39, former Super-Welterweight Champion and a Kronk original, is murdered on the sidewalk outside an east-side party store, shot in the base of the skull, the chest, forearm, hip, thigh and flank by a 9mm gun. Police describe it as a drug dispute; an autopsy finds drugs in Thomas’ system.
12. If you watched the Knicks game last night, raise your hand. Knicks win. Beat King James. Good for them. Now, did you see Big Nate Robinson’s failed dunk attempt? What an eeediot! Ren style. Makes a nice little steal. Easy lay-up right? Nope. Not good enough for Big Nate. Takes two steps, bounces the rock off the floor like he’s in the McDonald’s All American Slam Dunk Contest, and before he can even catch the ball in mid-air, he is whistled for traveling. What an eeediot! Hey Big Nate, I got some news for ya, two is two.
13. College football game of the week. Arkansas/Florida. Darren McFadden just grinds it out against the Gators en route to victory and the Heisman.
14. Speaking of the Heisman. Sugar Ray Rice just drops right out of the conversation. Even if he puts up sensational numbers against the Mountaineers, he won’t be able to recover after the Cincinnati loss. The only chance he had was for the Scarlet Knights to run the table.
15. In the good news bad news department. Mavericks win their 11th straight. Mavericks lose Disco Dirk. Mark Cuban cannot be happy. Too bad he’s not talking about the NBA anymore. He did say this about Dirk: “Watching Dirk is of course amazing. He does thing no other 7 footer can, and often punctuates possessions with a jumper that is so smooth that as the ball falls through the cords, you immediately think of Wesley Snipes line from White Men Can’t Jump: ‘Pretty, so Pretty.’” Well that makes me immediately think of Nicholas Colasanto’s line from Raging Bull: “He ain’t pretty no more.”
16. I’m really starting to think Whinie the Pujols is a jerk. First his comments about Big Game Tommy in the play-offs. Now this: “I see it this way: Someone who doesn’t take his team to the playoffs doesn’t deserve to win the MVP.” Just shut up and play. You won a ring for god’s sakes. Isn’t that what you cats always say it’s all about?
17. How do the Miami Hurricanes get invited to a Bowl game? It’s just preposterous.
18. Are we talking about bowling? Not a game. Not a game. Not a game. Bowling? We’re talking about bowling? Bowling? Iverson faces fine for missing team bowling event. Preposterous. I bet he feels all broke.
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!
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[...] Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go!  If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. I’ve said Paul Pierce is the most underrated player in the world. That’s what happens. That’s what happens when you don’t play in big games on the big stage. When you don’t play in big games on the big stage, you become underrated. Well, the Truth is, Paul Pierce ain’t underrated no more. He just played his biggest game on the biggest stage against the biggest star in the league and he came on top.  Like my main Winston Curchill always says, “A lie gets halfway around the world before the Truth has a chance to get its pants on.” The Truth got its pants on last night. The Truth got its pants on and scored forty-one points. Scored forty-one big pints to lead the Celtics to victory. The smell, you know that gasoline smell. The whole hill. Smelled like… victory. Someday this war’s gonna end. It ain’t gonna end ’till Paul Pierce says it’s gonna end. And yesterday afternoon, he said no such thing. Yesterday afternoon, Paul Pierce put the Celtics in the Conference Finals for the first time since 2002. Yesterday afternoon, Paul Pierce did his best Cornbread Maxwell imitation. The Perfessor. Did his best Cornbread Maxwell imitation and said, “Climb on my back, boys.” Before Game Seven of the 1984 Finals against the Showtime Lakers, Maxwell told his teammates to climb on his back and then proceeded to torch Big Game James Worthy as the Celtics won their 15th title. Yesterday, the Truth proceeded to torch LeBron James as the Celtics won another Game Seven. KG: “Tonight was basically get the ball to Paul Pierce and everyone else just get out the way.” Get out the way while the Truth scores twenty-six points during the first half. Get out the way while the Truth nails down pull-up Js. Get out the way while the Truth knocks down killer threes. And finally, get out the way while the Truth dives to the floor to get the loose ball, call a time out, and put this one in the bank. It ain’t over yet. No fat ladies singing yet. Now Paul Pierce and the Celtics must go against the Deetroit Pistons. The Deetroit Pistons have been here before. I came in the door. I said it before. I never let the mic magnetize me no more. The Deetroit Pistons are in the Conference Finals for the sixth straight season. The mic ain’t magnetizing them. Paul Pierce might. Might mageitize them. Hypnotize them. Mesmerize them. Tantalize them. Captivate them. Devastate them. If Paul Pierce keeps this play up, the Celtics are headed for title number seventeen.  And that’s the double-truth, Ruth! [...]
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