I’m personally not shocked he dunked two years ago what makes this tight is the experience that young kid had at the Jordan camp.
MJ threw it down with the OG 1′s on that was cool, if you didn’t see the video check out the link below.
On Monday I was granted an interview with Gen Mezinskis, she won the Aspen Dental Big East Sweepstakes. Gen a fellow UC fan and graduate watched the Big East tournament live in New York and attended a meet and greet event that Bill Raftery and former legendary Big East coaches attended.
JT: How was your experience?
Gen: It was fabulous. It was fun to go. New York was great. Only thing that could have made it better is if Cincinnati was playing. It wasn’t first time I’ve been to New York, but first time to the Big East Tournament. (Aspen Dental provided tickets to go to the semifinals and final games on Saturday)
JT: What teams were you rooting for? What teams did you want to lose? (because the Bearcats were already out)
Gen: Out of the teams that were left, I’m kind of torn, but I guess it’s Notre Dame because of the uniforms. Out of all of the teams I was probably rooting for Louisville only because we’ve had the most history with them.
JT: Did you get to see a lot of sights while you were there?
Gen: It was a quick trip, went to Empire State Building, walked around Times Square and Grand Central Station. On Saturday before the game got to see the St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Good timing for the trip.
JT: At the tournament, did they call you out on mid-court?
Gen: No, but we had good seats. We were allowed to bring a guest. I went with my boyfriend. He is not a Bearcat fan, but he has become one.
JT: Did you see any famous people, big east legends?
Gen: At the tournament, not really, but the great thing about the sweepstakes is that Aspen Dental hosted a Legends Reception. It was 1.5 hours long, hosted by Bill Raftery, and everyone talked about their time as coaches. John Chaney was there from Temple. When I was in school I remember when UC would play Temple. P.J. Carlesimo was there who coached Seton Hall along with Bill Raftery. The fun point that they all had was with Tim Higgins, a ref, and there were plenty of Syracuse fans in the room and they were not always huge fans [of Higgins]. It was fun to see the interaction between the coaches and him. The coaches were no holds barred on talking, telling stories. I was the grand prize winner of the Sweepstakes, but there were other people there.
JT: Which moment did you pick to win the contest?
Gen: The two UC options were Oscar Robinson playing at the Garden, scoring 56 points and UC winning in double OT vs Georgetown. I picked moment when UC beat Georgetown. Link
JT: Did you catch any flack being a Bearcat fan?
Gen: I wore my UC garb the entire time I was there, although the Georgetown folks had some discussion with us about the Georgetown win the night before.
JT: Do you think the Bearcats are going to win on Friday? (March Madness)
Gen: Hopefully Cincinnati will win on Friday.
JT: Do you live in the Cincinnati area?
Gen: I live in Charlotte, NC for past 8 years. My family still lives in Cincinnati, so I try to get back for 1 Bearcat game a year. In NC, there’s an alumni group and this year we drove up to the Marshall game.
I would like to thank Gen for taking the time out of her busy day on Monday to allow me time to interview her.
During the 9th inning of the Canada/Mexico game it got real in a hurry. Canada was up 9-3 and up at bat. Canada still had their foot on the gas because the WBC honors margin of victory just as much as a win. So that should paint the picture of why this happened.
A Canadian player laid down a bunt which turned into a single because the infield was back but that didn’t sit well with the Mexico team especially their third basemen. Mexico’s hot corner chief signaled for the next batter to be hit and after 3 pitches the player was hit. After the player was hit it went down.
I love baseball because there are unwritten rules which everybody abides by and if you break these rules cats will bang. Also people aren’t suspended for 100 games for fights in baseball which is cool with me.
Good luck to all the teams in the WBC. If you didn’t see the brawl check out the link and enjoy.
Two of Basketball All-Time greats share birthdays that are three days apart (Jordan Feb 17th and Barkley 20th). It is pretty cool to see the two Hall of Famers share so much in common. Both players were drafted in the same class, as well as sharing many of the same accolades such as MVP’s, NBA All-Star Selections, Gold Medalist, and being named to top 50 players to ever play are just a few. Jordan and Barkley helped revolutionize NBA after the departure of Magic Johnson and Larry Bird.
Since their playing days Barkley can be seen on TNT with the Inside of the NBA crew and is recognized as one of the best if not the best sports television analyst in all of sports. Michael Jordan has ownership with the Charlotte Bobcats, Jordan Motorsports, and several other businesses. Both Jordan and Barkley are still endorsed by Nike and their shoes are still selling at high rate. Here are some vintage videos of M.J. and Sir Charles doing what they do best. Happy Birthday to M.J. and Chuck!
I was doing my usual browsing of the internet and I came across a very interesting piece in reference to “His Airiness” Michael Jordan. This article was a very great read and was done by Thomas Lake who works for Sports Illustrated. Enjoy!
Dear Michael Jordan,
I heard Pop Herring was in jail so I drove up to see him the other night. You remember Pop, your basketball coach at Laney High in Wilmington, N.C. The man who opened the gym at 6 a.m. so you could work on that jumper. The man who let you borrow his car and had you over to his house and treated you like a son. The man who put you on jayvee in your sophomore year. Didn’t cut you, as you always said after that, although at the time it probably felt like a cut. I guess it still does, or did in 2009, when you were inducted into the Hall of Fame, and you addressed Pop directly without actually using his name and said, regarding his failure to put you on varsity, “I wanted to make sure you understood: You made a mistake, dude.”
Well, it was your mistake. You used what should have been a joyful occasion to call out a man for something he did not actually do. A sick and indigent man at that. As we both know, Pop’s life fell apart after you left town. Not his fault. A disease ran in his family, paranoid schizophrenia or some such thing, and he started acting strange, and he lost his job, and his wife, and his daughter, and pretty much everything else. Took to drinking, as you or I might do in similar circumstances.
Did you help him? Not in the past 18 years. He and his friends say the last time you saw him was 1994, and no one from your camp has come forward to dispute this. That was at a celebration of you in Chicago, and you introduced him to your fans as “the first guy to ever cut me,” and they booed.
Were you unaware of his plight? I guess it’s possible, or at least it was until last January, when Sports Illustrated published my story about him. Someone on your staff must have read it. I hoped you would reach out to him then. A visit or a gift or something. But no. It’s been seven months, and Pop and his friends say there’s been no sign of you.
A terrible thing happened after the article came out. A man who had been staying in Pop’s tumbledown old house was charged with killing a young woman and burying her in the yard. Pop was arrested too, because he was drunk and difficult when the police showed up, but he had nothing to do with the killing. Let me repeat that: He had nothing to with the killing. I confirmed this with the District Attorney’s office. The bad guy was a serial rapist, one of many shady characters hanging around that house, and Pop was incapable of keeping him out. This is something that happens when you’re mentally ill. People take advantage.
Here’s another thing that happens when you’re mentally ill. You have trouble organizing your life. You miss a court date or two, and the judge issues a bench warrant, and pretty soon the cops come and throw you in jail. This is exactly what happened to Pop. He was living with a criminal because he is mentally ill. He was drinking because he is mentally ill. Nothing against the good people of the New Hanover County justice system, but this much is true: Clifton “Pop” Herring went to jail because he is mentally ill. Recently I called his landlord and heard he’d been back in jail since July 14. No one would bail him out. So I got in the car.
“This is my 24th day,” he said, on the telephone, through the glass. He did not seem angry. In fact he was jovial, as usual, and he asked me how my little girl was doing. I told him fine, and he said good, and then he asked a favor. He said the charges had been cleared up that afternoon in court, and he wasn’t sure why they were keeping him here, and he wondered if there was anything I could do to get him out. They were treating him just fine, but he didn’t want to spend one more night in a cage.
“I got my stuff ready to go,” he said.
I said I would go see about it. Sure enough, the charges had been resolved. All except one, a failure to appear. The bond was $100. I had no idea what I was doing. Never bailed anyone out before. Checked my wallet and saw forty bucks.
There’s an ATM over in the corner, a deputy sheriff said.
So I went over and took out another hundred. My own money — not from a Sports Illustrated expense account. It felt wonderful. Like you, Mike, I had profited from Pop’s story, and I figured this was the least I could do to pay him back. I slid five twenties under the glass at the magistrate window and the guy gave me a receipt and told me to bring it to the deputy at another window.
“Go in the lobby and wait for him,” the deputy said. “Be about 20 minutes.”
Pop came out in his secondhand clothes, old jeans and an old gray T-shirt, and he said something grateful about the jail officials having laundered them. He was hungry, and so was I. We drove downtown to The George on the Riverwalk. Pop got a seafood platter with fried shrimp, fried flounder and fried oysters. It looked delicious, better than my shrimp and grits, and he let me try some. Then I took him home.
Mike, I know you can’t fix Pop. But you can help him. He helped make you, and now you are a very rich man. Here’s what you could do for Pop. You could buy that tumbledown house from Pop’s landlord. You could tear it down and build a new one. Nothing fancy. Just a nice little one-story structure that won’t blow over next time a hurricane comes through. You could hire a caretaker for this house, preferably two or three. These caretakers would keep the place clean, because Pop can’t, and they would keep the shady characters outside, because Pop can’t, and they would bail Pop out of jail next time he’s caught with an open container, and they would make sure he shows up for court. His niece and his landlord do a lot for Pop, but they both have their own busy lives, and from time to time he falls through the cracks. You could pay people to always catch him. You could even hire his landlord and his niece, so they wouldn’t have to work other jobs, and I’m sure they would treat him right.
Fine. I know I’m dreaming here. Asking too much. Well, there are smaller things you could do. Cheaper things. You could hire an exterminator, so Pop could turn on the stove or take a dish from the sink without seeing a swarm of small dark bugs. You could buy him a dishwasher. You could buy him a bed-frame so he wouldn’t have to sleep on a mattress on the floor. Pop is a sentimental man, keen on mementos, and he keeps his New Hanover High Most Valuable Player 1969-70 basketball trophy on the mantle in his bedroom. The thing is so old and corroded that it’s about to fall apart. You could pay a few bucks to have it restored.
I saw Pop the next morning, getting a shave and a haircut at Washington’s Barber Shop. He was talking about getting some new clothes so he could get a girlfriend or two. You could buy him new clothes. I looked down at his feet, at his off-brand white sneakers, stained with water and mud, laces so old they were turning to fuzz. Mike, this would be the easiest of all. No money to spend. Just a phone call to your friends at Nike. You could tell them your old coach needs a new pair of shoes.
Shoutout to my homie Will for sending this video to me this morning. The trash talking in this video is classic. Kyrie and Kobe will play 1 on 1 for 50k with the money going to charity. If you haven’t seen the video check it out.
First Take is known for having random guests on the show from time to time and it doesn’t get more random then rapper 2 Chainz. 2 Chainz is one of the hottest rappers in the game right now and a Front Office favorite (at least me and Ron*lol). For those who don’t know 2 Chainz played D-1 ball back in the day and you he actually didn’t do to bad during his segment on First Take. Check out his segment on First Take if you missed it yesterday.