The list is as long as Michael Jordan's rambling, insulting and embarrassing speech (or whatever that was) last September in Springfield, Mass. Still, there is the worst when it comes to the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame, and the worst is the timing of its induction ceremony.
It occurs every year after the more riveting and relevant ones in Canton and Cooperstown.
You feel magic when teary-eyed Emmitt Smith kisses his bronzed bust in Canton, or while Michael Irvin speaks emotionally to his family in the crowd about changing his raggedy ways, or after Terry Bradshaw points to the sky and talks with emotion to the memory of Art Rooney, the deceased owner of his Pittsburgh Steelers.
The same drama also happens on a regular basis in Cooperstown, where Rickey Henderson sent lumps to throats by evolving from boastful player to humble inductee. Not only that, Bill Mazeroski triggered a roaring standing ovation after he spoke for less than three minutes before ending in mid-sentence to become a sobbing mess.
As for poignant moments in Springfield -- you know, excluding when Jordan finally shut up -- well, uh.
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