People who don't think, a quagmire of a draft and a great is gone
You know what?
Sometimes people are so idiotic it makes me laugh and wonder how they ever got as far in life as they have.
Two prime examples this week, one from the world of sports, one from the world of politics, each lacking common sense, tact and brains to the point you just shake your head.
The first is Amar’e Stoudemire, who used a gay slur in a tweet and ended up being fined $50,000 by the NBA, which is entirely cognizant of the damage that can be done by mere words and the impact they can have.
The second is this Canadian Senator, Patrick Brazeau, who, as far as I can tell, is famous for some comical boxing match with Justin Trudeau, a farce that probably had Justin’s dad rolling in his grave.
Anyway, here’s the story on this Brazeau guy and we can only wish there was a league to fine him; instead he’ll keep eating at the trough with one of the greatest “I don’t really have to do an honest day of work the rest of my life” jobs out there.
My point, and it’s certainly not limited to these two because we know so well, is that athletes, entertainers and politicians, is that twitter can be a dangerous thing and people who use it – people who tend to have many followers – need to be, simply, smarter.
This whole “connecting with the people” aspect of all social media can, indeed, be a wonderful thing. There are athletes who crack jokes, make points, give insight to themselves that you might not otherwise get and used correctly, it can be a powerful tool. For people like me, it can be a tip sheet, it can plant a seed for a future story, it can provide a jumping off point to a nice conversation.
The trouble is, it also lays bare the dopiness of some. It’s a rush to make proclamations, it’s speaking (or typing) without thinking and it makes you wonder about the common sense factor of some of these men and women and if you don’t have simple common sense, it’s going to make it very difficult for you to succeed in whatever is your chosen field.
I know people in the media relations field who shudder at the very thought of their players or clients holding an iPad or a Blackberry or an iPhone with idle time and anger on their minds. It is truly fraught with peril and often leads to the embarrassments that were Stoudemire and Brazeau this week.
These are men that should know better and they obviously don’t, it’s one thing to open yourself to the world if you can handle it; it’s awfully telling about your personality if you can’t.
End of digression.
Unconfirmed by anyone of importance around the ACC, of course, but there’s every reason to expect Real Madrid to be here this fall for an exhibition game.
It’ll be fun, it’s often nice to see other teams, and despite it being mind-numbing pre-season ball, the words of one wise man resonated yesterday.
“It’s better than watching Detroit scrubs.”
It is. Marginally.
So, it turns out I know another Hall of Famer and I can’t think of a better pucks scribbler I’ve known in my years than Paul Hunter. Dude covered the Leaves for decades and did it with aplomb and class and dignity and never mind a Hall of Fame mention, he should probably get a medal.
Oh yeah, the NBA Draft.
Well, I’m sure you read this story that gets you up to speed with the HOTH (although I would imagine things have changed in the 16 or so hours since we talked to Bryan) and I’m sure you’ve looked wistfully through this photo gallery of the past Raptors choices.
(Man, there were some funny looking uniforms, weren’t there)
But here’s the thing about this draft: There is no telling what’s going to happen and the speed with which information filters out may make these words obsolete by the time you read them.
Had one guy tell me yesterday no one has a firm grasp on what’s going to happen two through seven – will Charlotte trade back, what’s Houston doing, who does Portland like, how big a splash does Golden State want to make – so it’s impossible to know what will be there at No. 8.
Yes, Bryan said he had three names in mind – if I had to absolutely guess it’d be Dion Waiters, Austin Rivers, maybe Perry Jones or Jeremy Lamb if you think Lillard wll be gone – but that list is elastic.
If, for instance, Phoenix finds a way to trade up, it’s to get Waiters so he’s gone; if Houston finds a high lottery deal with Orlando no one knows what the Magic might do; Portland may love Lillard but can’t pass on Waiters. It’s totally mixed up right now and all my advice to you would be is to sit back, enjoy the speculation, check back here later today and then forget it all because a lot of the real stuff won’t happen until tomorrow morning.
Yes, it makes it impossible for me to do the Mock Draft they want but what the heck, doing the impossible is what we do.
Of course everyone remembers this vignette from When Harry Met Sally (I heard it being played somewhere in Casa Doug last evening) and it is a classic.
(Meg Ryan’s hot, eh?)
But if you want to talk about lives well led, and led with depth and talent in so many ways, and lives complete, there was so much more to Nora Ephron it’s amazing.
Read the obit – and make sure you read Heather Mallick’s accompanying piece – and marvel at the depth of talent.
No, they don’t make ‘em like that any more; the world’s a bit worse off today.
Sure, let’s start.
I imagine there’ll be a flood Friday morning after Thursday night’s shenanigans but I’m sure there’s other stuff on your mind, right?
I see Cathal’s tipping Portugal which means I should take Spain to give it some juice and conflict except I’d like Spain to win and in the whole reverse-jinx life I lead I wonder if that’s wise.
It’s so confusing.
Okay, a mock draft -- picks 1-14, to do this morning and you can probably start mocking the mock this afternoon when it’s posted here.
Was thinking about extending it to the second round but didn’t know where I’d slot Remon van de Hare or Giorgos Printezis or Tyson Wheeler or Jimmy King or DeeAndre Hulett.