Mr. Belvedere Fun Kit

My birthday is coming up. Just sayin'.

In Defense of Vince Carter (or the top 3 dunks of all time, according to anyone BUT the Toronto media)

I've got this morning routine I go through, every morning.

I wake up at 5:45ish, I make some breakfast, and then I sit down, I turn on the T.V. and I flip back and forth between "19 Kids and Counting" and "Sportsdeskcentre".

So the other morning, in between the Duggar family singing their ridiculous birthday song and skydiving for Jesus, I flipped to Sportscentre and saw this:

Yeah, that was pretty good.

But lets face it, Blake Griffin is jumping over Kendrick Perkins, and Perkins' vertical-jump-ability is about 5 inches, maybe 5 & 1/2, on a good day.

It is an impressive replay dunk. Griffin is exuding that sense of purpose that every great dunk has (seriously, there just seems to be a singular sense of "this is going into the fucking net and nothing is going to stop me" surrounding every solid dunk shown on replay).

But I was curious....

It's one thing when Jay Onrait (a.k.a. Bell Media's attempt to create a Canadian Joel McHale; an attempt at which they succeeded but unfortunately have no idea how to capitalize on) calls a dunk kick-ass awesome, but another thing when my nardcore (wolfman was nardcore) NBA friends like it.

So I asked 4 separate NBA superfan friends of mine to name the 5 best dunks of all time.

And what came back surprised me.

None of the dunks belonged to V.C., to Vinsanity, to Air Canada...

And it got me thinking as to why.

How Alexander Ovechkin went from being awesome to being a douche, without really changing

The summer of 2011 was rightfully seen by many as the most tragic time in hockey's history.

Unfortunately, from about August 2011 onwards, it has been shaping up to be the most embarassing.

I've already said what I needed to say on the ludicrous tinkering proposed by the research and development camp, on the flavour-of-the-month coverage of concussions and head trauma, and most recently on Tim Thomas: Objectivist Asshole.

Some may say I'm intentionally baiting objectivists. Please don't accuse me of that until after you've read my upcoming post "Ayn Rand: Has the World Ever Seen a Bigger Fucking Cunt?" 

But the insanity that is this year in hockey isn't coming from Gary Bettman, or the media, or even a tea bagging partying goalie.

It's coming from a Russian - Alexander Ovechkin.

Hey Tim Thomas, Ayn Rand called, she thinks you're an asshole

When I first heard about Tim Thomas' decision to skip the Boston Bruins team visit to the Obama White House, I thought the same thing that every other self-styled-Canadian-twitterverse-dwelling- hockey pundit did.

"Tim Thomas," I thought, "while I enjoy your clutch playoff goaltending brilliance, you're clearly an asshole."

But no sooner had popular opinion settled on the idea of Thomas as Tea Party douchebag, than did a few reputable hockey and sports writers start criticising the general public for giving creedence to such ideas.

Trailer for Pittsburgh Penguins Movie

The other day I was going on about Sam Worthington's hair looking like Mario Lemieux's, and how Worthington should play Lemieux in the movie of the 1992 Pittsburgh Penguins.

That got me to thinking, so instead of watching The Help tonight, I went online and found this.

Awesome.

I LIVE BLOG THE LEAFS VS. CANADIENS OUTDOOR ALUMNI GAME

4:49 - The game hasn't started yet. I'm about ready to grab a Go Train to Hamilton... the Hammer... home of adequate and functional Ivor Wynn stadium; the facility that was not quite good enough for the Pan Am games.

I can't hide my disappointment that Aki Berg will not be playing with the Leafs alumni. Have I ever mentioned the time a friend saw him buying his own game-used sticks at the ACC?
True story. 

More to come.

Is the Movie "Man on a Ledge" a Mario Lemieux Bio-pic?

Holy crap, is it just me, or does Sam Worthington capture the subtle, understated essence of Mario Lemieux's hair, circa 1991?

The movie looks like a flaming turd, however I may watch it if, and only if this early 90s Pittsburgh Penguins vibe is carried throughout the movie, and Ed Harris rocks Jagr's haircut at least once in the film.