Chris Paul turns me on

May 9th, 2008 | Posted by PostmanE

Ahem. I know I’m like four months late to hop on the Chris Paul bandwagon — and, for the record, I have no problem with Kobe getting his — but damnit if I’m going to hold off now. Chris Paul makes me feel special. He really knows me, you know? He knows how to treat a man right. I think I’m in love.

Why? This is a good place to start: ridiculous, entertaining, thrilling basketball ability (vid HT, of course: AA):

That wasn’t even my favorite Paul drive last night. My favorite was Paul’s fake fourth-quarter pass that got Duncan jumping even after Paul had started moving to the hoop. It was a blatant travel, sure, but it was also something I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone do before. Ever.

If basketball ability isn’t enough for you, if you need fuzzy charity-esque friendliness to compliment your crush, don’t worry. Chris has you covered (via Wat, son):

According to a New Orleans Times-Picayune story, “Brian told his family that he knew he was going to heaven and that he wanted to meet Jesus wearing his Chris Paul jersey.” […]

“I was speechless,” Paul said before Game 3 Thursday night. “Even now, it’s something that words can’t describe. This is probably one of the most humbling experiences of my life.

On three: awwwwww.

Oh, and one more thing: Brian Scalabrine just took it to the next level. Shit is heating up.

Baron Davis is very good at basketball

April 29th, 2007 | Posted by PostmanE

For some reason, I always keep forgetting this. It probably has a lot to do with injuries and the fact that Davis has spent most of his career at outposts like New Orleans and Golden State, but still.

Anyway, here’s a helpful reminder of exactly how good Davis was in college. As the Lakers and Suns figure things out, I’m already thinking about whether the Warriors can really upset the Mavs. If Davis continues to unleash, that prospect looks more and more likely.

Case of the Mondays: Whew, this is fun

April 23rd, 2007 | Posted by PostmanE

Yes, it’s that time again. Basketball all day, every day, at the convenience of the dedicated viewer. It’s a beautiful thing, yeah?

I’m glad this whole Little 500 thing is over, not only because my body, descendant of Irish alcoholics, is becoming dangerously accustomed to early-morning alcohol intake, but because constantly focusing on keg tap pressure and whether or not my legs were abnormally numb kept from enjoying the really good stuff this weekend: the NBA Playoffs.

Sunday was too much recovery to truly enjoy the games, though lying in the dark of the afternoon with HD basketball on might be the best hangover cure ever. And Saturday, with the exception of the Bulls game, which I saw start to finish, the Playoffs have existed in a vacuum. I need my visuals.

So here we go again tonight, another set of games, more Inside the NBA (the best show on television not named Planet Earth or The Sopranos), more Bulls basketball. Will they be able to hold off the Heat for a second straight game? Will Kirk be able to stay out of foul trouble? Will Luol keep his “He could have sex with my girlfriend and I wouldn’t even be mad” privileges (currently only extended to Deng, Ben Gordon, Brian Urlacher, Michael Jordan, and Mark Grace)?

Will D-Wade ignore his host of nagging injuries as well as his propensity to exaggerate those injuries, and take over? Will Shaq be enough? Will Tyrus Thomas do something that will literally force Scott Skiles to keep Nocioni on the bench, where he belongs? Will Skiles’ head explode? Can Ben Wallace justify trading Tyson Chandler for another game? Will I, for the sake of superstition, have to be dangerously close to alcohol poisoning during the game?

This is all too much. But hey, it’s the NBA Playoffs; that’s kind of how it works this time of year.