Sorry about the fuzziness on the image here. This is old and I didn’t have a high-res version on my current hard drive. I did this Iverson comic in 2009, between his departure from the Grizzlies and brief return to the Sixers. Bummer of a way to go out but I’ll just say it again: there will never be another Allen Iverson.
Here’s a new illustration of Shane Battier by me up over at The Classical. Go for the illustration but stay for the article by Bryan Horowitz, which is full of tasty Battier tidbits.
This is from a few years ago but it’s as relevant as ever. Goodnight, Little General.
Commemorating Kenneth Faried’s puke game. The Manimal went beyond his usual brand of explosive in an entertaining victory over the Spurs. A couple notes from the game:
1. Denver broadcasters served up the delightful live action euphemism “got rid of some extra food” to describe Faried’s condition.
2. They then smoothly segued into a KFC-sponsored highlight called “Bucket of the Night” or something similar.
The dominant fan reaction in these sick game situations is to hail the player for being such a warrior. Or, if the player is a hated opponent, doubt about whether they’re actually ill. I mainly just feel bad for these dudes. I don’t know if “play basketball” is at the top of my list of activities to avoid when I have a stomach flu, but it’s definitely on that list. Feel better, Manimal!
It’s a totally normal, human desire to want to see Chris Andersen’s tattoos on J.R. Smith’s body. No sweat.