If only I knew


One of my favorite quotes: "Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away." —- Anonymous
- R. Nelly

Before I go to sleep tonight

I have to take a trip to another land

To the most beautiful waterfall

One could ever visit

With water so fluid

And a fall so graceful

With a scent so perfect

And a sound so relaxing

That only Imagination itself could harbor its incredible wonder

Exactly at its apex

I am placed

Feet barely tickling the water

About to fall

Along a trajectory as smooth

As the perfect body of a woman

My soles flirt with destination

With all the peace in the world

Alone for my taking

Thoughts and ideas running as fast as

The water jumping past my feet

Down to meet the best of my imagination

With bluebirds flying above

And young tigers playfully

Wresting in the tall grass to my side

I feel the glimmering water of thought

Enliven the bottom of my soles

And then fall

Gone as quick as I had it

Down

In beautiful gracefulness

I dare myself to chase it

I wonder what would happen

If…IF

If, I took the chance

And went down after it

To keep those once-in-a-lifetime possibilities

From falling too far

Too quickly

Away

Could I ever gaze into a land more beautiful?

What would be the point of dreaming

When better is already at its best?

Would the gorgeous water someday slow enough

To show my reflection

So that I could see the Ryne Nelson

That I always knew?

The blinding reflection

Of the young man only the rest of the world can see

But only on the outside

If I could live on forever

By this rushing white waterfall

And stair at the cool water descend

Foot

Upon foot

Upon foot

Under my feet

The cool rush of liquid sliding

Through every curve between my toes

Mist lightly tickling the back of my legs

The sun shining down upon me

What happiness would there be?

As I would be alone with my soul and thoughts

But with no emotion

Before I go to sleep tonight

I have to take a trip to another land

Because I’m a human being!

Forced to cope with what I don’t understand

And to live for what I need to discover

Deadline starts the fun


'Toine must've liked rookie Al Jefferson's game enough to let him keep his old jersey. Now, when I refer to Emplyee No. 88, y'all are going to know who I'm talkin' about...Regarding the trade, I've given up trying to figure out what going on in Danny Ainge's mind. All I know is that Green Destiny is BACK!!!
- R. Nelly


Employee No. 88 lead the Celtics with 24 points and 10 boards in his first game back in Bean Town.

State of the League Address


'Melo, Dwyane and LeBron are not only a big part of the 2005 All-Star Weekend in Denver but also a large part of the NBA's future.
- R. Nelly

Let’s play a little game.

Look through this list and check off what’s wrong with the NBA:

  • Kobe Bryant’s rape trial
  • Gigantic contracts and endorsements and super(fluous) bling
  • Player-fan brawl in Detroit
  • Disappointing bronze medal finish at 2004 Olympics
  • Low scoring matches
  • One-on-one game (no longer team oriented)
  • Too little passion in players
  • Games mean too little during the season
  • No more rivalries
    • Bulls/Pistons
    • Celtics/Lakers
  • Players too raw to contribute as rookies

Give yourself two points for each of the things that piss you off about the NBA. Add them up, the highest score is 20. If you get that, then obviously you completely DESPISE the current state of the League.

If Jordan, Bird and Magic could carry a league whose premiere game was played on tape delay all the way into the national spotlight, can’t LeBron, Amare and Dwyane at least recover the League from the player-fan brawl at the Palace?

Alright, so that might have been a fun game. It might have gotten you warmed up for the main event.

I want you all to think back to the “glory days” of the NBA. And by that, I mean the ‘80’s until the late ‘90’s. Picture the League when a cocky hick from Indiana was winning three-point contests. When a 6’9’’ point guard revolutionized a game. When a third overall pick won his third consecutive championship…for the second time.

Picture the Dream Team rolling over the rest of the world by an average margin of 43.8 points.

Now look at that list above. What would’ve been your score 15 years ago?

A little different, huh?


The League is obviously in an entirely different state in 2005 than it was in 1980. For one thing, the NBA Finals are no longer on tape delay anymore.

The players that once razzeled and dazzled the nation with star-studded slam dunk contests, 69-point nights and decades long of bitter playoff rivalries are gone.

The League is entering a new era. Because of the previous generation of players, the NBA is already a national sport superpower. The League is under tremendous scrutiny to see if it can keep up the excitement.

In a search to find the next big talent or franchise savior, the League has gotten younger and much less experienced.

Just today, a 19-year-old named Josh Smith (who I think will one day be an All-Star in this League) won the Sprite Rising Stars Slam Dunk Contest. Smith became the second youngest player to ever win the competition behind then 18-year-old Kobe Bryant in ’97.

Since Bryant’s breakout in All-Star weekend eight years ago, the media has tried to tout him as “next” the one to take the excitement of NBA back to what it used to be.

Don’t get me wrong, Bryant has not been the only one to be quickly tagged with the same, presumptuous label. The media has been hyping players as the League’s saviors since MJ’s first retirement in ’93.

Shaquille O’Neal, MVP Kevin Garnett, Tim Duncan, Grant Hill and Vince Carter, among others, have had points in their career when they shared the same intense media spotlight.


Stoudemire competing in Saturday's Dunk Contest

Although they’re all excellent players, and will all undoubtedly be in Springfield shortly after they retire, none of them have been able to resurrect the quickly plunging image of the NBA.

The “Next Mike” is seemingly always who we’re looking for. Well here’s a message to the rest of the world: Get over it!

There never can nor ever will be another player with the skill of Michael Jordan. It’s like waiting for another Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. No one will ever surpass the profoundness of his impact and genius of his speech.

However, what I think we CAN hope for is another player, or players, who can revitalize the NBA just as Mike, Magic and Bird did.


Just recently, I was reading an article by David DuPree written on the front page of Thursday’s special section of USA Today on the NBA All-Star Game.

His piece focused on first time All-Stars LeBron James, Amare Stoudemire and Dwyane Wade.

In very few words, he willed himself to hail these three players as the future of the NBA — continuing the media’s decade-long game of pin the tale on the savior.

Basically, DuPree’s message was if Jordan, Bird and Magic could carry a league whose premiere game was played on tape delay all the way into the national spotlight, can’t LeBron, Amare and Dwyane at least recover the League from the player-fan brawl at the Palace?

Stoudemire obviously thinks so.

With us three, the NBA is back,” Stoudemire said to USA Today. “That’s great for the game and for the fans.”

But what makes the 22-year-old and 2002-’03 Rookie of the Year so sure? What will the public see in James, Wade and Stoudemire that they didn’t in KG, TD and Kobe?

I’m not going to try to be like the rest and pretend that I have all the answers. Honestly, I really don’t know. I’d have to talk to Amare to get his reasoning for his bold statement.

But one thing is for sure, it’s now or never for the NBA.


Yesterday, on ESPN’s Cold Pizza, Michael Smith touched on the state of the NBA. He said that with the “NHL trying to kill itself” and baseball pumped up with steroids, basketball really has the opportunity to the number two spot in popular American spots behind the NFL.

I wholeheartedly agree.

With us three, the NBA is back,” Stoudemire said to USA Today. “That’s great for the game and for the fans.”

What a coincidence Wade, Stoudemire and James are making their All-Star debuts tomorrow in the culmination of the NBA’s most hyped weekend.

Not only do they play hard on every possession, compete with passion, put up huge numbers and give back to the community, there’s something intangible about these players that I haven't seen in...well, about seven years.

Said Heat President Pat Riley of LeBron James, “He really understands the responsibility he has as a big-time, money basketball player to bring it every night…I think that separates him and puts him in a category with the Michaels, the Larrys and the Magics who competed every single night like that.”

May the rest of the world take witness to it tomorrow. Next is now, folks.


Bird faced a similar situation when he and Magic Johnson entered the League in ’79.

The Pacers’ GM sounded off in this quarter’s edition of GQ.

When I first played in the NBA, I said, ‘There’s something I don’t like about this league,’Bird told the publication. “It was the drugs. It was the guys who didn’t want to play all the time.

So the question quickly becomes: is the NBA on the up and up or is it plunging out of the American spotlight?

Whether the players can prove that every season, game and possession matters to them, the NBA will be mired in a negative light by the general public.

Tomorrow, the three can rekindle that old excitement, but it’s really up to the rest of the League to prove it means business.

After the Slam Dunk competition today, Magic Johnson commented on the importance of the big event. “If they come out tomorrow and play that game hard, the All-Star weekend is back,” he said.

And, in turn, so could be the NBA.

So I encourage you all to turn on TNT Sunday at 9:00 ET to watch LeBron James, Dwyane Wade and Amare Stoudemire take part in their first of many All-Star Games in their young careers.

Tomorrow, the leaders of a new era will be crowned, and a League will be reborn.

Never hit rim


Reggie Miller has absolutely NOTHING to do with this post. I just thought this picture was hilarious, and whoever took it has my props. Oh yeah, Reggie's callin' it quits after this season...Another (deserving) victim of the Jordan Effect.
- R. Nelly

Blogger’s Note: I wrote this piece over the summer while practicing dunks on my driveway basketball hoop. I knew I couldn’t just sit there with Microsoft Word and punch up the same piece of writing. Nah, for this poem, The Game itself had to be flowing through my body and mind in order to get it right.

Reverse windmill…I’m typing the intro…The Dr. J Air Specialty…The body is being created…My own rendition of what I call the Desmond Mason Off-the-Floor Kiss-the-Rim Watch-Out-For-Him!!!...And I’m adding insight to injury.

By the time I was finished with this poem, I knew I was in trouble. I had almost completely torn down my dad’s basketball rim. I’m not even bullsh*tting! Come to Naperville and I’ll show ya! The rim’s still hanging there…But as I ran into the house to look for some REALLY STRONG glue, I could only smile — I knew I had something special. I had captured basketball in its rawest, most pure form.

Dad was just gonna have to understand.

*****

If I never hit rim,

Would I be perfect?

If every free throw kissed only the cotton

If every rim assault was gentle

What would people think of the boy who never hit rim?

Was he sent from above?

The next basketball prodigy?

If I never hit rim,

I would score 40 points a night with only 15 shots

Swish a step-back 30-foot three

Score one-handed lofts from the opponent’s charity stripe

Only to mock them

Would I ever lose?

Would I even need a team?

Never hitting rim

Constantly embarrassing teams

And teammates

Like the Sixth Man was with my every shot

The first suspension for being

TOO good

Out Indefinitely

Until someone could figure me out

I’d be the next Wilt

The next to change the rules of the Game

Would I replace West on the League’s silhouette?

If I never hit rim,

What would be the point of playing?

Would I even try?

How would it be

To hear only swish

Never clank

The same clank that made MJ try harder—

To become the best

Would I be a child who could only laugh?

Would basketball still be a GAME?

Who would I be?

Perfect?

Would I be on this earth?

Wondering what I’d do…

What the WORLD would do…

If I missed

Wondering what I’d be like to bend a rim…

And not always rip a net.

Soft, cotton feathers floatin’ before a befuddled defense.

Never cussin’

Never anger

Never surprise

Free throw

Swish

Three-pointer

Swish

80-footer

Swish

Never emotion

It’s always in.

Seeing the whole story


Can Houston deal with the limelight...now with only one eye?
- R. Nelly

Trying to figure out what REALLY happened to R&B singer Houston a week ago is about as easy as NOT saying something really cliché to complete this sentence.

Sooooo, I’m not even going to attempt it…Sometimes its better just to give the facts, folks.

I was going to blog yesterday that Houston allegedly gouged his own eye out after attempting to take his own life. This news was straight from MTV’s website. I didn’t get to publish the post because I ran out of time, and I’m glad I did ‘cause sources are still ambiguous about the severity of Houston’s injury.

About 24 hours ago internet sources were all saying that the singer attempted to jump from his 13th floor hotel window in London before his security personnel stopped him.

After being moved to a lower floor and locked in his room, he then attempted to injure himself by gouging his eye out.

Late yesterday, Houston's publicist issued a statement denying reports of suicide.

The statement DID confirm the eye-gouging, quoting Houston’s bodyguard as saying he found him lying on his hotel-room bed with a towel over his face.

And this is the quote that creeps me out the most. Listen to what Marco Powell, Houston’s body guard said:

"I went to check on him before going to bed and I saw blood on the floor. Houston was lying on his bed with a towel over his face and I removed the towel to find his eye hanging out. He said he had to get the devil off of his back and that's the only way he could kill the devil.''

The state of the injured eye as well as any other details as to his current condition are NOT yet known.

Yesterday, K-Sly, an MC at Los Angeles radio station KKBT-FM and one of Houston’s close friends, said that the young singer was being treated for depression over the past year.

"I was told he wanted to commit suicide and stabbed his eye out," K-Sly said, according to VH1’s website. "He was telling people he was Jesus and wanted to go home to his Father."

I still listen to Houston’s Top 15 R&B single “I Like That on my MP3 player all the time. And, now, when I hear that song again for the first time…”his eye hanging out”…uhhhh!

The L.A. native’s sister mentioned her brother had undergone surgery, and noted "everything is well."

But maybe Vibe magazine said it best when it teased a profile on the breakout star with the headline "All Eyes on Me."

D*mn, that's some scary karma.

"I still love all my fans. Please pray for me and know I'll be back with some more hits,'' Houston said.

That’s about all the facts I’ve been able to dig up for now. Keep your eyes pealed for updates.

Sorry, I had to throw a terrible cliché in there sometime.