King Chucker = MVP

I don't know what it is but I tend to get all sports-orientated when my brother is around. Actually, I do know what is it - my brother is around. In any case, he was in town on business (covering university hockey and yes, Lakehead Thunderwolves advanced beating York University) and he came over Sunday night to watch the NBA All-Star game which took place in Las Vegas this year.

Where am I going with this? Well to honour my sports-writer brother, here's my editorial on the game... from a not-so-sports-writer perspective:

I like games where the score is close and this one had potential, until it became evident that neither team practiced, however, one did want it more (I am, of course speaking about the Western Conference that won by almost 20 I believe). As much fun as the All-Star weekend is (I'm kicking myself for missing the dunk competition), it lacks that competitive nature that makes gameplay so exciting. That is, of course, until it gets to 4th quarter and player(s) were vying for the MVP spot [cough cough Kobe Bryant]. That boy quickly became an aggressive King Chucker.

Courtside comments by miVi:

• Hey Kobe, it's called a team... look in it.


• If you mention Tony Parker and Eva Longoria's wedding one more time, I'm throwing my slippers at the television.


• Way to go CB4 on scoring a respectable 10 pts.


• I [heart] Tim Duncan.


• Iverson's not playing. I hardly call this an All-Star game.


• I miss playing basketball.


• Toni Braxton looks like a drag queen.


• Wayne Newton looks like a Ken doll... after you've put its face over a gas stove.