I don't know what it is about a really awesome NBA jersey that I just love, but I just love them. Redundant anyone?
My friend James really got me started. He has a collection that is not to be believed. In its hay day, I believe it numbered over 60! I remember just out of high school he showed me his closet one time. It was filled wall to wall with jerseys.
When my love affair with jerseys began, my devotion had switched to the next 'Team of the Future'. This team, of course, the Los Angeles Clippers. In 2003, when they had the starting line up of:
PG - Andre Miller #24
SG - Quentin Richardson #3
SF - Darius Miles #21
PF - Elton Brand #42
C - Michael Olowokandi #34 (I think)
...they were SO fun to watch. As I experienced the Blazers implode on themselves for the next 4 years, I needed a team to love. And love them, I did. The most I've ever paid for a game was $119 to sit 4 rows back behind the Clipper bench at the Rose Garden. It was amazing. I went low key to that one, I only had my Clip t-shirt for that one. All other times the Clip Joint came to town, I was rocking one of my many Clip jerseys.
I don't know why I felt compelled to catalog my many jerseys here, but gosh darn it, I'm gonna.
Team Name
Player, number, classification, brand, how I got it
Portland Trail Blazers
Rudy Fernandez #5, red road alternate, Adidas Swingman, blazers.com [added 12/10]
Brandon Roy #7, red road alternate, Adidas Swingman, eBay
Rasheed Wallace #30, throwback black road alternate, Nike Swingman, purchased at Rose Garden
Ruben Patterson #21, authentic road black, Nike, eBay (it was only $9, what is normally a $179 jersey!)
Brian Grant #44, black road, Champion, eBay
Dale Davis #34, black road, Champion, eBay
Los Angeles Clippers
Elton Brand #42, authentic road red, Reebok, eBay
Elton Brand #42, road red, Nike Swingman, eBay
Lamar Odom #7, road red, Nike Swingman, eBay
Lamar Odom #7, white home, Nike Swingman, eBay
Andre Miller #24, road red, Nike Swingman, eBay
Darius Miles #21, road red, Nike Swingman, eBay
Quentin Richardson #3, throwback home white, Nike Swingman, Christmas present (great find, Uncle Doug!)
Boston Celtics
Larry Bird #33, home white Hardwood Classics, Mitchell & Ness, eBay
Pete Maravich #44, home white Hardwood Classics, Mitchell & Ness, eBay
Utah Jazz
Adrian Dantley #4, road green Hardwood Classics, Mitchell & Ness, eBay
Milwaukee Bucks
Sidney Moncrief #4, road dark green Hardwood Classics, Mitchell & Ness, eBay
Washington Bullets
Chris Webber #2, road red, Champion, eBay
Terms:
authentic - an exact replica of what the players wear on the court
Hardwood Classics - a series of jerseys put out by the NBA distributed by a few different companies, the main being Mitchell & Ness. The M&N authentic Hardwood Classics jerseys are produced in very small numbers and are very expensive (upwards of $400 a piece from Mitchell & Ness!)
Swingman - a type of jersey. Swingman jerseys have the letters and logos sewn on instead of screen printed. While it's not the same material as authentic jerseys, it gives a much more authentic appearance at a fraction of the price. Swingman jerseys are also cut the same as authentic jerseys. First made by Nike, then Reebok, now, currently Adidas.
In short, I love me some jerseys. I hope, by the end of this season, to have Swingman jerseys for the rest of my Blazers (Oden, Aldridge, Webster, Fernandez, Pryzbilla, Outlaw). I think Rudy's jersey will be next in the arsenal.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Nanny 911 has to be some kind of pornography...
...and I for one cannot get enough of it!
Seriously though, even when you know that every episode has a happy ending, at least to some degree (man, they could make a whole separate show about how terribly these families must relapse), they rope you in EVERY TIME.
The kids in this episode are entirely rotten. Case in point, mom took the kids out to lunch and the little jerks stole the tip! I often think about the times we were terrible to our parents growing up, and I remember why we never would have dreamed of hitting our mother, or screaming that we hated our father.
Two stories come to mind.
1.) My brother was being rotten to our mother all day, defying her as she was trying to get him dressed and on his way to soccer practice. They finally got in the car and made it to the soccer field without any incident.
As she turned off the car, Buddy said, "Mom, come here, I have a secret to tell you."
She leaned over to hear what it was to have Buddy scream in her ear as loud as he could.
I don't know if you'd describe what happened as a spanking or severe ass paddling, needless to say, Buddy missed soccer practice.
2.) We had just moved into our house in West Linn, like, everything still in boxes just moved in. We were having dinner that night, and I got mad about something and I ran upstairs and slammed the door to my room. The door to the really nice new house my parents had just bought. By the impending footsteps, I knew I had screwed up.
My dad arrived in the room in a mood that would be expected. I was not and never have been a small guy, but he managed to lift me up by my armpits and explain to me why slamming the door was unacceptable. That was the last time time I slammed the door, and I think the last time I ever heard that tone of voice.
--
I find myself unconvinced that the Moores will continue the progress they made. Here's hoping for you guys!
Nanny Stella is a good one, her accent is by far the best of the three. Nanny Deb is by far the best of the 3 (mostly because of how she regulates). I think we can all agree that Nanny Yvonne just sucks.
Curse you, CMT, for having this show on one after another after another after another...
Seriously though, even when you know that every episode has a happy ending, at least to some degree (man, they could make a whole separate show about how terribly these families must relapse), they rope you in EVERY TIME.
The kids in this episode are entirely rotten. Case in point, mom took the kids out to lunch and the little jerks stole the tip! I often think about the times we were terrible to our parents growing up, and I remember why we never would have dreamed of hitting our mother, or screaming that we hated our father.
Two stories come to mind.
1.) My brother was being rotten to our mother all day, defying her as she was trying to get him dressed and on his way to soccer practice. They finally got in the car and made it to the soccer field without any incident.
As she turned off the car, Buddy said, "Mom, come here, I have a secret to tell you."
She leaned over to hear what it was to have Buddy scream in her ear as loud as he could.
I don't know if you'd describe what happened as a spanking or severe ass paddling, needless to say, Buddy missed soccer practice.
2.) We had just moved into our house in West Linn, like, everything still in boxes just moved in. We were having dinner that night, and I got mad about something and I ran upstairs and slammed the door to my room. The door to the really nice new house my parents had just bought. By the impending footsteps, I knew I had screwed up.
My dad arrived in the room in a mood that would be expected. I was not and never have been a small guy, but he managed to lift me up by my armpits and explain to me why slamming the door was unacceptable. That was the last time time I slammed the door, and I think the last time I ever heard that tone of voice.
--
I find myself unconvinced that the Moores will continue the progress they made. Here's hoping for you guys!
Nanny Stella is a good one, her accent is by far the best of the three. Nanny Deb is by far the best of the 3 (mostly because of how she regulates). I think we can all agree that Nanny Yvonne just sucks.
Curse you, CMT, for having this show on one after another after another after another...
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
The Title...
I'm sure all zero to one of you are thinking is, gee, what the hell does that title mean? Here's the story:
We (me, Nathan, Jason, and Chong) are walking down the strip in Las Vegas on Bro-cation II. Jason is tall and has long legs, he is practicing what is known as Disneyland walking. Walking like he has to get from Space to Splash Mountain and hit everything in between all before the first bathroom break. He was in a big damn hurry.
I, being of ample size, and on vacation, was not in a hurry. Niether was Chris, although, Nate was keeping pace with J. We're lagging behind, but can hear them having some kind of conversation.
Nate: "[inaudible]...but you have a valid point."
Me, to J: "What was your point?"
J: "Valid."
Oh man, we all died. I know, I know, it's totally stupid, but then again, so are we. And it lives to this day.
Gents, if I got the order of who said what when wrong, feel free to correct me.
We (me, Nathan, Jason, and Chong) are walking down the strip in Las Vegas on Bro-cation II. Jason is tall and has long legs, he is practicing what is known as Disneyland walking. Walking like he has to get from Space to Splash Mountain and hit everything in between all before the first bathroom break. He was in a big damn hurry.
I, being of ample size, and on vacation, was not in a hurry. Niether was Chris, although, Nate was keeping pace with J. We're lagging behind, but can hear them having some kind of conversation.
Nate: "[inaudible]...but you have a valid point."
Me, to J: "What was your point?"
J: "Valid."
Oh man, we all died. I know, I know, it's totally stupid, but then again, so are we. And it lives to this day.
Gents, if I got the order of who said what when wrong, feel free to correct me.
Genesis
I've been mulling this idea over for several weeks, the basic mantra repeated over and over in my head: am I narcissistic enough to really write about myself to no end?
The answer, it seems, is yes. Abso-effing-lutely.
And thus, my blogging life has begun.
The answer, it seems, is yes. Abso-effing-lutely.
And thus, my blogging life has begun.
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