Earlier today, NBA Commissioner Adam Silver announced at a press conference that Clippers owner Donald Sterling has been banned for life by the NBA, after an audio recording of Sterling going on a racist rant was leaked on the internet this past weekend. “Effective immediately, I am banning Mr. Sterling for life from any association with the Clippers organization or the NBA,” said Silver during a news conference in New York. Sterling has also been fined $2.5 million and Silver said he plans on doing “everything in [his] power to ensure” that Sterling is forced to sell the Clippers. The image above is all that appears on the Clippers current homepage. [ABC News]
Oh, and after the jump, a photo of Sterling’s mistress V. Stiviano — who recorded Sterling’s rant and maybe/probably leaked it — wearing a Donald Duck T-shirt and a futuristic face-shielding visor… Keep reading »
Andrei Kirilenko is the newest addition to the Brooklyn Nets, a team that has spent the off-season stacking itself with new and promising players. Kirilenko left the Minnesota Timberwolves for the Nets, but will experience a steep pay cut from $10 million last year to $3.18 million a year, New York magazine reported. Unfortunately, Kirilenko left the Timberwolves before he realized that nobody would give him a better offer. All of this is well and good, but the really interesting thing about Kirilenko has less to do with his yearly pay or which team he’s playing for and more to do with his relationship with his wife. Keep reading »
I’ve noticed that I feel more concerned about animals than I do for humans. If you told me your grandpa had arthritis, I would nod sadly and politely. But if you told me this otter had arthritis, I would exclaim “OH MY GOD THAT IS SO SAD THIS ADORABLE OTTER HAS ARTHRITIS!” Fortunately the Oregon Zoo is all over it to keep Eddie the otter as spritely as possible. Key to his elbow-flexing regimen are shooting some hoops in the pool: he has a tiny, adorable basket and a tiny, adorable basketball. He’s actually pretty good! “Eddie almost never misses,” a zookeeper explains. “And if he does miss, he keeps going until he makes it.” For dunking baskets, Eddie gets some fish. Maybe you can replicate this with grandpa. [Smithsonian Mag]
Is there anything more awesomely inspiring and redemptive than a good sports story? No. Despite the fact that I cannot properly toss a baseball or dribble a basketball, I love a good team sports story (see also: “Friday Night Lights,” “Moneyball,” and “Rudy”).
Coronado High School Thunderbirds team manager Mitchell Marcus has a developmental disability, and has sat on the sidelines of every Thunderbirds game, cheering the team on. For the team’s final game of the season, Coach Peter Morales wanted to do something special for Marshall, and told him to suit up for the game. Marshall was put in for the last 10 minutes of the game, and despite the support of the roaring crowd and several attempts, he had trouble actually scoring a basket.
And then something amazing happened. Warning: You’re gonna cry. [CBS News]
Today In Totally Awful News: Josh Smith, a junior on the UCLA basketball team, left the team in response to accusations that he simply wasn’t in good enough shape to play — and to a chorus of professional sports commentators and fans claiming he was “too fat.” “I have made the decision to leave the program for personal reasons,” Smith said in a statement. “I have thoroughly enjoyed my time at UCLA and am grateful for the opportunity that has been presented to me here.”
Smith said he had difficulties with training and conditioning, and struggled with his weight. And that, apparently, was enough to make some in the media attack him for it. Keep reading »
We had just sat down to breakfast at a quaint Connecticut inn last Monday morning, during a romantic midwinter getaway.
The fireplace was roaring. Calming new age music piped softly, and our innkeeper was busy preparing us a small feast. Perfect, I thought. It was precisely the kind of escape I’d imagined when we planned the trip weeks ago. Jon turned to me and smiled. “Can you hand me the sports section?” he asked.
I suppose I should have expected this: It is mid-March, the time when many a man’s fantasy turns to college hoops. In the coming weeks, I knew from experience, there would be brackets to fill out and seemingly endless games to watch with hawk-like vigor. But that wasn’t all. Read more…