Hasn’t Byron Russell had enough? Michael Jordan already took his heart during Game 6 of the 1998 NBA Finals. Does he want to give up a kidney along with his dignity? He could get $10,000 from a Mumbai alley clinic and keep his dignity. Well, probably not.
Russell didn’t take too kindly to being called out by Michael Jordan during his Hall of Fame acceptance speech.
“I’ll play his ass right now,” former Jazz player Bryon Russell told Yahoo! Sports. “This is a call-out for him to come play me. He can come out here in his private jet and come play. He’s got millions of dollars. He can pay for the jet. He can meet me at the Recreation Center in Calabasas (Calif.).”
Russell may get his wish if he and Jordan accept Utah Flash owner Brandt Anderson’s offer to donate $100,000 to a charity of the winner’s choice if they play a game of 21. What could be better than getting schooled in the same place you got schooled 11 years ago? They could make it a 1998 Finals class reunion. Someone call Greg Foster out from behind the counter at Joseph Smith’s Rice Cakes and Skim Milk! Scottie Pippen can take his place. He needs the money. Hopefully Troy Hudson can take some time off from Nutty Boyz Entertainment to come out for the weekend.
It ain’t easy going brass in the record business. Selling 78 T-Hud albums out the trunk is hard work.
This idea could start a trend of goats attempting to get revenge for past wrongs. Craig Ehlo and Frederic Weis must be itching for a chance to repair their reputations after getting posterized. I’m still waiting for my rematch against Oliver Miller. No fucking way he can eat more Shetland ponies than me this time!
Ok, so I’m just getting my blogging feet back under me after being worked to the bone for the last 2 months…not that I’m complaining, it is good to have a day job in this world. But all that time in the office got me thinking back to some interesting highlights of the sports world before there were sports blogs to beat current stories into the ground like there are today. So I’m going to kick off a new feature here on the Deuce, the Flashback post.
Flashbacks work so well on TV shows when they can’t think of new material, so why can’t it work here? Let me start it off.
Lets go back to 1994 when Michael Jordan signed a minor league contract with the Chicago White Sox after retiring from basketball because he was tired of dominating the game…or as he called it “loss of desire”. This started a new phase for Michael…one which involved a great amount of sucking. Playing for the Birmingham Barons, a Sox farm team, he achieved the highly mediocre career average of .202 with 3 home runs, 51 RBIs, and 11 errors. The only thing he was good at was stealing bases, he grabbed 30 bags in his time in the minors.
In March of the next year, Jordan was back in the NBA but wearing his Barons number 45 instead of his traditional #23 apparently that caused him to lose some of his super powers because he wasn’t quite the same player he was when he left. That is until the next year when changed his number back and went and won a championship…then 2 others the next two years. All was right again in Chi-town and the people were happy to forgive his one year diversion away from the NBA…but they will never forget.
So lets flashback and watch some Youtubes of this weird story in the history of one of the NBA’s greatest players…and one of MLB’s worst.
Here’s a clip of Jordan being interviewed by Tom Brokaw about the entire baseball thing, its a good 7 minutes, but well worth your time as a flashback to the days when Jordan realized he was a mortal man.
And here is a baby faced Reese Davis breaking down the “Jordan Cruiser”, the bus which Jordan bought for the Birmingham Barons when he was with them in the minors. Pretty swank for those guys, but its no Madden Trailer. Check out the youthful coach Terry Francona there too wow.
Finally…here is the return of the king to his court.
I am a huge fan of the Showtime show “Weeds”. Its one damn good witty dramedy type show right there. Its never inspired me to become a purveyor of pot however, but in looking at Corie Blount’s case before a grand jury it seems he might have been into the show more than me. Dude got arrested when police stopped 11 pounds of marijuana from reaching his grandmother’s house and, as a bonus, they found 18 more pounds of weed in his OWN house. I hope for Blount’s sake his grandma isn’t like the weed dealing grandma Heylia on the tv show, because you he wouldn’t ever want to show his face around her house again.
Holy fancy dancin Jesus that is a lot of pot. Sure its not as much as Nate Netwon who got caught with 213lbs of the sacred herb in his car, then a few weeks later got arrested with another 175lbs of the mary jane, but maybe the 3 guns and nearly $30,000 also confiscated will get him a little bit more cred in the American Professional Sports Criminals Club.
Yea i just made that club up. But if that existed, doesn’t Rae Carruth have to be the president?
John Cusack might think he’d be better off dead after his last entry on The Huffington Post. He wrote about his childhood memories of going to Cubs games at Wrigley Field. You say how nice. Well they would be if they were true.
Page Six is all over Cusack as people have been coming out of the woodwork to point out the numerous inconsistencies and “mistruths” littering his post.
Wrigley Field and all-things-Cubs, when Jose Cardenal was the only player who could really play. When it was Mick Kelleher and Larry Biittner and George ” the Baron” Mitterwald — and Pete LaCock on first base and “Tarzan” Joe Wallis in centerfield. And Bruce Sutter with that unhittable split-fingered fastball… Ride the El up from Evanston, change on the Howard line and take the Express to Wrigley — which I did as many times as I could scrape together $2.50 for a one-way kamikaze mission, and another $1.75 for bleacher seats, then steal hot dogs and Cokes from the vendors before taking the train home after the game…
Bloggers everywhere have gone to town on the post. He’s so choked up over his childhood memories that he can’t remember when players like Sammy Sosa played or how to spell their names. Someone from the Beechwood Reporter has no sympathy for the rich kid living on Sheridan Ave. in Evanston scraping together $1.75 from the money tree on his front lawn. Let’s not even talk about getting Red Line service wrong.
Ah whatever. The point Cusack’s trying to make is a good one and one that I happen to support. Chicago is a great sports town. However you should probably get your facts straight if you’re going to put yourself out there. Legions of bloggers in their mom’s basements have nothing better to do than rip you apart if you slip. Then again we also can’t be too judgmental. He is writing from Bangkok. He’s probably chock-a-block with ladyboy cock and busy betting on elephant polo. I’m surprised he had time to write even with Arianna on his ass.
Michael Jordan’s mistress just wont quit. Lisa Miceli is opposing a February injunction, forbidding her from having contact with Jordan because the crazy beeyotch won’t leave him alone about her baby, and is calling for a third paternity test. A third! Twice before MJ has been tested and twice before it has been determined that he was not the father of her child like she is still trying to claim.
You know what this means of course…MJ needs Maury. Obviously going on the Maury Povich show is the only way that this woman will believe that he is NOT the father and quit her golddigging ways. Someone needs to make this happen. I want to see MJ do this
