Busy day, and I haven’t even had the web working till now. First, check out the latest NBA Playoff Kibitz at GQ.com, starring David Roth and myself. Then, after you’ve indulged our Young Dro on a horse analogies, float on over to AlterNet, for my piece on the Bill Russell statue, Osama Night athlete tweets, and how much we still have to learn from each other. Also, FREE PAUL FLANNERY.
In Boston, we now have statues of three sports figures — Orr, Red Auerbach, and Ted Williams — sprinkled throughout the city. But there’s one glaring omission: the one sports star — no disrespect here to Teddy Ballgame or Tom Brady — who left a bigger mark on this city than any other. I’m talking about a guy who won 11 championships in 13 seasons. Whose name has become synonymous with victory, hard work, and shared sacrifice. I’m talking about Bill Russell.
You know what the appreciation with soccer is? They have an uncanny skill level, like basketball, but it’s all with their feet. With us, we use our hands, and while footwork is very important with our sport, but to be able to maneuver and get a guy to fall or get a guy to lean one way while you mimic him a certain way. And with their speed of light, drop of a dime timing, and the ability to curve the ball … I’m fascinated by that.
Kevin Garnett, talking to The Denim Kit about his love of everybody else’s football.
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