Showing posts with label NBA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NBA. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Whitlock’s logic on “NBA prison culture” doesn’t apply to Shaq’s rap?

Jason Whitlock appeared this week on Best Damn Sports Show…Period and attempted to make the case that Shaquille O’Neal’s recent freestyle rap blasting Kobe Bryant was “funny,” a “joke” and shouldn’t be taken too seriously.

Whitlock on Shaq, Imus
Whitlock on Shaq, Imus

I agree, the rap was funny. But it was also entirely inappropriate, if we apply Whitlock’s own logic for how an NBA player ought to be conducting himself.

In his April 2, 2008 column “Am I supposed to be mad about LeBron?”, Whitlock was more concerned about LeBron James “prison” ink than how Vogue magazine supposedly captured him looking like “King Kong clutching Fay Wray” on its cover. Whitlock has repeatedly taken LeBron to task for not meeting all of his potential, not as an athlete, but as a role model.

"You know, when he covered his body in tatts years ago, mimicking a death-row inmate, LeBron invited people to jump to the conclusion that he’s dangerous. Yeah, that’s the way the image-is-everything game is played. Ink is a prison and gang thing. Don’t act like you don’t know the origin of the current fad … Showing up to work in a white T and iced-out (heavy jewelry) was their way of showing loyalty to their boys in the ‘hood, a shout-out to the corner boys and girls."

His point was further elaborated in his May 29, 2008 column “In NBA playoffs, less ink means more viewers.” Here, Whitlock speculates that one very important (yet not discussed) reason for the resurgence in TV ratings for the NBA playoffs is because of the lack of ink displayed by the majority of players left in the conference playoffs:

"Part of the reason more people are watching these playoffs is because the average fan isn’t constantly repulsed by the appearance of most of the players on the court. Most of the key players left in the playoffs don’t look like recent prison parolees …

"No one wants to watch Delonte West or Larry Hughes play basketball. It’s uncomfortable and disconcerting. You don’t want your kids to see it. You don’t want your kids to think they should decorate their neck, arms, hands, chest and legs in paint. You don’t want to waste time explaining to your kids that some millionaire athletes have so little genuine self-confidence that they find it necessary to cover themselves in tattoos as a way to mask their insecurities."

Personally, when I think of tattoos, I don’t think of prison. At least, that’s not the first thing I think of. I think of S&M calendar pin-up girls in a dirty mechanic’s body shop. I think of grease monkeys in general. I also think of biker gangs like the Hell’s Angels (not too far away from prison inmates, I suppose). I think of dirty rock-n-rollers like Guns N’ Roses, the Red Hot Chili Peppers and all the countless emo bands clogging up the airwaves. I think of frat boys with generic barbed wire wrap-around tattoos on their biceps. Sometimes I even think of aboriginal tribes.

But yes, eventually, I do admit that I think of prison inmates. I absolutely do. However, given their depth on my list, I wouldn’t necessarily say that they have sparked “the current fad”—at least not in the white community, which is not nearly as affected as the black community by the disproportional targeting of its youth by the criminal justice system.

White people, generally, do not get tattoos so they can look tough like prison inmates. They get tattoos so they can look tough like rockstars … or tough like athletes … who may or may not, in turn, be mimicking prison inmates, I don’t know.

But my point is this: If Whitlock were David Stern, he would (in his own words) “commission Nike and/or Under Armor to create a basketball jersey with long sleeves, all the way down to the wrists. I’d make Iverson wear a turtleneck jersey with sleeves. I’d cover the tats.”

This so that the league does not continue to perpetuate the “prison inmate” ideal.

So what about Shaq’s rap?

In his freestyle, Shaq says two things that he should be held accountable for—even by Whitlock’s own standards—1. “That’s like a white boy trying to be more ni**a than me”; and 2. “Kobe, ni**a, tell me how my ass tastes.”

At best, such language is thuggish. No one wants their kids watching a bunch of grown men walk around calling each other the N-word. Parents in both the white and the black community do not want this for their children.

But at worst, Shaq’s language is reminiscent of the same prison inmate culture that Whitlock derides.

“Hey Kobe, tell me how my ass tastes” is about power—power derived from emasculating a man in a public forum and leaving him open to ridicule. Consequently, it’s the same sort of power that’s leveraged by prison inmates when they rape other prison inmates.

Shaq is not saying, “Hey everyone, Kobe just licked my ass because he wanted to.” Shaq is saying, “Hey everyone, I just made Kobe like my ass.”

There’s not a lot of settings in today’s culture where one can get away with saying something like that without either a physical or a legal confrontation. In fact, I can only think of one setting—and here only if you have the numbers stacked heavily in your favor: prison.

I liked Shaq’s rap. I also like tattoos, despite the fact that they are trashy. And I also wouldn’t blame the NBA for asking players to cover theirs up.

If Whitlock is going to encourage the NBA to cover players’ tats, he should at least recognize how his same logic should be applied to Shaq’s recent emasculation of his former teammate as a perpetuation of the prison inmate culture. Whitlock should call for the NBA to fine Shaq … or else stop complaining about the tats.

Friday, September 14, 2007

For gods sake Grey Lady, just say it

This is how the NY Times played the Greg Oden injury story. It's one way to put it, I guess:

Oden’s Career Is Delayed by Surgery

I guess that's better than:

Portland fans bent over, rammed up the ass

Published: September 14, 2007

Greg Oden was stamped a franchise savior the moment the Portland Trail Blazers made him the No. 1 pick in the June draft. As he emerged yesterday morning from a knee operation that will probably wipe out his rookie season, Oden felt the full force of that burden.

Jae C. Hong/Associated Press

A promising career, and a franchise’s anticipated rebirth, were delayed when the 19-year-old Oden had microfracture surgery on his right knee.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Newsflash: Vanilla Ice Wishes It Was 1991 Again

On Yahoo's front page there's an article link that reads:

Ex-George Mason Stars Miss Limelight of Cinderella Run

Oh, you think? Click through and you find an article on the travails of the three top George Mason players, who of course are not good enough right now to make it to the NBA and are playing abroad, in war-torn areas and/or with shady teams that play hide n' seek with paychecks.

In truth, the article is engrossing, and does seem to make an oblique point about the plight of student-athletes, who--especially in football and basketball--see their schools rake in millions of dollars from ticket sales, bowl participation, and in many cases, off the student-athletes themselves. Reggie Bush gets dinged for arranging free rent for his family while a USC student, but how much money do you think he made from sales of his college jersey? The answer, of course, is $0.00.

I believe student athletes in the big money sports should be reimbursed for their efforts, not just through a stipend, but also some sort of deferred savings that equitably shares revenues and which could be awarded upon, say, I don't know, graduation. If Reggie Bush USC jerseys are selling like hotcakes, then Reggie Bush NFL jerseys probably will too. So maybe the money from his USC jerseys can be equitably distributed among his teammates. It's not free market, but it's better than what we got.

At the same time, however, articles like this miss the point entirely. You have a 1 in 16,000 chance of becoming a pro athlete. If you, like George Mason, make a magical run, that should be a HUGE highlight of your life. It shouldn't be the starting point for talking about how victimized you are for not making it further. Dude, the reason you aren't in the NBA is because nobody expected you to make it to the 2nd round of the Tournament, much less the Final Four. Be glad you made it, be proud of your accomplishments, but also be real. Prepare yourself for a non-professional athlete career, because there's a 99.99375% chance that's what's going to happen anyways.

I don't fault the athletes so much as the journalist for writing it, because his standpoint seems to be "It's not fair." He quotes an assistant coach for GMU, who says to one of the players, Lamar Butler, after the tournament: "You know how much money you made yourself?" And Butler's answer now, despite making $48,000 in the Czech Republic for six months work playing the game he loves, seems to be "not enough."

The answer that comes from me, however, is "$48,000 more than you would have if you lost to Michigan State in the first round."

For once, can we accentuate the positive? It's not fair that Lamar Butler is not the next LeBron James, but how is it fair then that I'm not the second coming of Jack Lambert?

Friday, February 16, 2007

Tim Hardaway: Let me nip my bud right here, right now. Do not make gay jokes about me, despite my name and my devestating crossover




Hello, my name is Tim Hardaway. I used to have a devestating crossover that enabled me to blow past my man's defense and slam my ball into the hole. Repeatedly. Other times I made passes through the back door. Early and often.
But I am not gay. No way, no how. And I am going to give you a way to remember.

Just think of my name. And thing of Don Ameche's name. Or John Amaechi, whatever. It's this: "We can do this the "hard-a-way" or, we can do it the "Amaechi-way." Got it? Hard a way is for the ladies, Amaechi-way is for the guys. The gay guys. And I am not gay, so I do it the hard-a-way. That's right, I'm hard.