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“The day I spent with Kevin Garnett is the single best day I’ve ever spent with an athlete. The series of pictures that came out of that one day was the best series I’ve ever taken.” — SI photographer Walter Iooss Jr. 

Related: Photos from Walter Iooss Jr. http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/multimedia/photo_gallery/0910/walter.iooss.jr.photo.show/content.8.html#ixzz2BTJCWyPu

foxdeportes:

By Eduardo Maisonet, III / @edthesportsfan

The Notre Dame Fighting Irish are 7-0 this season. They’ve defeated three ranked teams thus far on their journey. They’ve given up just 9.4 points/game this year on defense, while offensively they’ve found ways to be authoritative and efficient while running up the score on lesser foes. Head coach Brian Kelly has molded this team in his image, and the Fighting Irish fans haven’t been this happy since Brady Quinn was the quarterback. Life is good in South Bend.

And yet, I don’t believe in this football team one bit, not at all.

Its not that I don’t believe they’re a good football team. 7-0 is 7-0. Its just that I don’t believe that No. 5 ranking they’ve achieved in the BCS standings. I don’t believe that this team, from what I’ve seen, should be considered as a national championship contender just yet. Their resume screams fraudulence and weakness for a variety of reasons.

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NOTHING’S PHOTOSHOPPED, with Yao Ming

These are optical illusions, right?  Like the two face/vase thing?  This is an M.C. Escher painting, isn’t it?

Negative.  With Yao Ming, Nothing’s Photoshopped.

#GotEmCoach

On this date in football ─ September 5, 1994 ─ Hall of Fame wide receiver Jerry Rice scored his 127th career touchdown, moving him into first place in the NFL record book. 

Jordan. Game 6. Remembering pops.  Champion. 

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jstforkicks:

overdoze:

triple k

KKK ^ ._.

Kel, Kobe, Kenan.

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Creepy and cool. 

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Look at this HO ass dude. #Bulls

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Usain Bolt is so disrespectful. You are too slow, little British sprinter man. #2012Olympics. 

Photo courtesy of USA Today. 

huggingharoldreynolds:

I’ve always liked John Smoltz.  It seemed while Tom Glavine and Greg Maddux were collecting hardware and headlines, Smoltzy was persisting, workmanlike, and standing out with his own postseason swagger during the Braves’ legendary division dominance throughout the 90’s and into the new millennium.
His (abbreviated) autobiography, Starting and Closing:  Perseverance, Faith and One More Year, reflects much of how I preceived the pitcher himself - not very flashy, but able to get the job done…well.  I’ve read plenty of sports books.  About half I put down a few chapters in for one reason or another.  But this one, while not sensational or overly revealing, was solid.
Smoltz comes out the gate with a few points he wanted to emphasize:  All he ever wanted to do was win, he’s not afraid to fail, and he never did anything in his baseball career just to set a record.
And while those things carry throughout the piece, a few things are also heavily emphasized.
The first is the fact that, despite every list you’ve read it on, he did not injure himself ironing a shirt he was wearing.  He is very emphatic about this.  Not only is he still the butt of this ongoing, and as he describes it - inaccurate, portrayal of stupidity, but it also helped drive home another common theme:  his mistrust, and I sense hatred, of the media.  It’s ironic he seems to feel that way in that he easily transitioned into a broadcast career that he relishes as much as he did his playing career.
Smoltz also expresses his undying desire to have played his entire career in Atlanta.  While this may be true, I sense in many cases, particularly towards the end, that there was no love loss between the team and the player.  It’s easy to assume this desire was based not so much on his love for the organization, but on familiarity and the fact

I will be acquiring this. 

huggingharoldreynolds:

I’ve always liked John Smoltz.  It seemed while Tom Glavine and Greg Maddux were collecting hardware and headlines, Smoltzy was persisting, workmanlike, and standing out with his own postseason swagger during the Braves’ legendary division dominance throughout the 90’s and into the new millennium.

His (abbreviated) autobiography, Starting and Closing:  Perseverance, Faith and One More Yearreflects much of how I preceived the pitcher himself - not very flashy, but able to get the job done…well.  I’ve read plenty of sports books.  About half I put down a few chapters in for one reason or another.  But this one, while not sensational or overly revealing, was solid.

Smoltz comes out the gate with a few points he wanted to emphasize:  All he ever wanted to do was win, he’s not afraid to fail, and he never did anything in his baseball career just to set a record.

And while those things carry throughout the piece, a few things are also heavily emphasized.

The first is the fact that, despite every list you’ve read it on, he did not injure himself ironing a shirt he was wearing.  He is very emphatic about this.  Not only is he still the butt of this ongoing, and as he describes it - inaccurate, portrayal of stupidity, but it also helped drive home another common theme:  his mistrust, and I sense hatred, of the media.  It’s ironic he seems to feel that way in that he easily transitioned into a broadcast career that he relishes as much as he did his playing career.

Smoltz also expresses his undying desire to have played his entire career in Atlanta.  While this may be true, I sense in many cases, particularly towards the end, that there was no love loss between the team and the player.  It’s easy to assume this desire was based not so much on his love for the organization, but on familiarity and the fact

I will be acquiring this. 

Your audio sports comedy for Thursday afternoon. Enjoy.