It takes a great man to snap me out of four full months of hiding. Yeah you know it.
VLADE!
I have that jersey! The J-Will 2000-01 special, anyway. While I do have a Vlade jersey. It is not a Kings jersey. It is quite frankly the most badass jersey of them all:
Eee, look how skinny!
VLADE!
I'm just gonna keep posting pictures to make up for lost posting on this page. My nav needs to be on the RIGHT side of the page, people. One man in a cuddly sweater can make that happen:
VLADE!
This post is not a celebration of my everyday Vlade worship, that which consumes my life on an hourly basis, but rather a celebration of he whom no less than Chris Webber calls "the best man I have ever met" upon his official retirement and initiative launch to house refugees, adopt orphans, teach people to be awesome and Lord knows what else in the name of all that is good and great, including coaxing Scot Pollard out to Serbia to rock a crazy beard with his tux:
Humanitarna organizacija Divac
Može353 i ti (You Can Too)
Vlade Divac, Serbia's Gentle Giant
Divac Creates New Team
Divac's You Can Too NBA.com Photo Gallery
The Magic of Vlade as Told in More Photos at NBA.com
Dude, there's a VLADE MUSEUM. Are you shitting me?! I know where I'm heading after I get a passport.
Before I go, here is one last loving look at a great man with a great gift for greatness:
VLADE!
You're welcome.
But did she ask him about his hair?
Because seriously, I can't concentrate on anything else. It's a question that needs answering. That, young lady, is the foundation of good journalism.
(I LOVE how she looks completely judgmental and may quite possibly be sucking her teeth, though. "Nuh-uh. That is not working. Hmm-MMM. No, son.")
Perhaps you could say I've been distracted, or maybe even BUSY, or creatively bankrupt (I'd say you could certainly say that); or maybe I was sick (check) and then I had an anniversary (yay!) and also just whiling away the days until the arrival of NBA MEDIA DAY! a.k.a. Christmas in October.
Then, THEN, I'm presented with a hairstyle that is engineered only to offend the laws of space and time. Yes, Brad is a genius in his ability to find new ways to look confounding on media day. He truly outdid himself this year. And because his hair DEFIES EXPLANATION, guess what? I'll explain it later. Touché, Mr. Miller. Touché.
In the meantime, reminisce with me on the 2K5. (I'm also working on a special secret Media Day project.) (SHH! It's a secret.) (Also, by "working on" I mean "imagining in my mind," but it'll be worth it.) (I promise.) (If I ever do it.)
Hey look! VLADE!
LOOK! VLADE! Giant Vlade with tiny tiny people. I screamed a little. Eee!
Also this game took about five years off my life, but it may have been worth it. I mean look at that. How did that go in? How?!
I love these Kings. Love them love them love them.
I'll catch up on Idols one of these days, I promise. There are some outfits we need to discuss.
This doesn't just give me The Rage, this gives me The Rage: Carrie 2.
ESPN.com - NBA - Kings ready to end Webber era with 76ers deal:
The Sacramento Kings have completed a deal that will send Chris Webber to the Philadelphia 76ers, two league sources told ESPN Insider Chad Ford.
The Sixers would send Kenny Thomas, Corliss Williamson and Brian Skinner to the Kings in exchange for Webber, Matt Barnes and Michael Bradley.
I don't understand how, if Peja and Webber are having a problem, you get rid of the one who's actually producing, even if he only has one leg. And Matt Barnes?! You've gotta be kidding me?! He's practically awesome. I don't even know what reasoning they could give that could make me feel good about that.
Are there gonna be riots? I imagine there are gonna be riots.
Well, at least now C-Webb will be closer to J-O-D. Hahahahaha. Ohhh nonononono. :'(
For Good Times
and Great Oldies
... Oh Man This Sucks
I know, I'm never here, but I'm getting used to the new work schedule and all that. Responsibility is overrated! Hahaha no. Or wait.
The thing is that oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh my, oh my goodness. Tomorrow on NBA Inside Stuff (12:30 p.m. ET on ABC Sports!), it is dedicated to ... the Vlade.
Oh! The Vlade!
Yes, Vlade Divac, though he breaks my heart, he is still magic. On Sunday, we are with him always in Serbia, where he smiles and drives boats. Vlade Divac, protector of children and friend to animals of all kinds. He will take us all up in his mighty, meaty paws to show us the path to righteousness and the True Way.
Vlade Vlade Vlade Vlade Vlade. He's so great.
Oh man, Thanksgiving karaoke, what happened.
This was the night of me doing songs where the groups' names were all messed up in the book, as in "We Live" and "Nobb, D." I wish they had "That's the Way of the World," that song makes me cry a little.
Tomorrow night (I mean TONIGHT) it's KINGS AT LAKERS BABY. Vlade vs B-52. EROTICA. ROMANCE. I'd like to put you in a trance/ All over. Oops, sorry, I got a little distracted there for a sec.
Hey look, Vlade's all cleared and suited up and throwing balls around.
He looks good! I mean like good-looking good. His playing sucked (so I hear).
Also, look how much this rules.
Go see it bigger for maximum appreciation: Aubernica (wizznutzz.com)
This isn't turning into a basketball blog, I'm sorry, I'm just not finding myself able to write anything about anything else at the moment.
A while ago we bought these simple syrups at Williams-Sonoma, and they rule. Actually I bought them while my husband protested violently. One is flavored with Meyer lemon, the other with vanilla bean, so there are little flecks of vanilla bean all suspended up in it. I figured that I could make some awesome cocktails with them, and today I proved myself right.
First I made a variation Cosmopolitan that was just plain vodka (Skyy), Cointreau, cranberry juice and the Meyer lemon syrup. It ruled. But I used the last of our cranberry juice. Then I made up something that is vanilla vodka (Absolut ... it tastes like marshmallows!!!), orange juice, Cointreau and the vanilla bean syrup. I am now on my second one. This drink rules. I'm telling you, it is unreal. I'm a genius.
I almost don't care about the game today, but I do. The whole reason I started drinking already today was the game, because I was freaking out and throwing newspapers over my head and Christopher said, "You need to be drunk." So I followed his instructions, that's all. The game was bad, though. It was really bad. So I just hope that the Kings were concentrating all their suck into this game and will go crazy insane fantastic for the next two. Yes.
You know how much I hate the Lakers? I hate the Mavericks almost as much. These are my ... my two most hated teams in the universe. I hate them. Steve Nash looks like a frigging serial rapist lizard man. Words can't describe how much I hate him. And Nowitski, eew, forget about it, he is a creepy stalker. Which is only solidified by his "Trophy Love" commercial, am I right people? Yes. The people know. And that frigging thug Najara. Eew girl, eew. I hate that f-er.
While we are on the subject of, um, dudes, it's all over between me and Bobby Flay, just so you know. The reason is here.
Jose Giovanni passed away today of a brain hemorrhage at 80. The only reason I know about him is because he wrote the screenplay for Le Trou, which translates to The Hole. Yes, the entire movie is about digging a hole. I'm not even exaggerating. I think ... Jacques Tourneau directed it? I think that's who it was. (EDIT: Jacques Becker. It was Jacques Becker.) I saw that bitch up in Lincoln Center, on a double bill with John Huston's We Were Strangers, I think, which is the movie that made me fall in love with dead John Garfield. Or maybe that was on a double bill with He Ran All the Way, which also made me fall in love with dead John Garfield. Oh man, I can't remember. I swear I associate We Were Strangers with Le Trou. But I also associate We Were Strangers with He Ran All the Way. It was so long ago. I don't know what to believe anymore. I'll get to the bottom of this eventually. In the meantime, how about a gratuitous image of John Garfield
in his final movie, He Ran All the Way, with Shelley Winters
and, um ... let's go with The Man, Vlade Divac
stop killing me