Some thoughts after watching Team USAÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s exhibitions against Greece, Spain and France. Apparently, Cablevision doesnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have ESPN Classic Ã¢â‚¬â€œ thanks, Jimmy Dolan Ã¢â‚¬â€œ so IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have to watch a replay of their first official game against Croatia later tonight. (Though I did watch Russia-Puerto Rico and FranceÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s upset of Spain)
I feel like Kevin Durant is in the spot that LeBron James was in a few years back, when we didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know how high his ceiling was. Remember that? We couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t miss a game because we felt he was bound to do something weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d never seen before.
ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s where weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re at with Durant.
I went to the Garden a week ago to watch Team USA play France. And as I watched Mike Krzyzewski sit on the bench, studying his players and working the refs, it brought me back to an October night back in 2000, when I sat in the home office in Mike KrzyzewskiÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s basement.
Krzyewski is about as close to a living legend as there is in his profession. But he has dreams and aspirations, just like the rest of us. And it was a remarkable opportunity to get a rare window into what Coach K himself would define as success.
The NBA in general does an excellent job of promoting their stars, but with Team USA and the World Basketball Festival in town, this weekend proved to me that they donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fully comprehend just how valuable Kevin Durant has become.
As a longtime supporter of Team USA, I decided to spend Sunday checking out what a couple of notable New York City retailers had going on. In the spirit of my last trip to the NBA Store, here are some of my favorite images.
The other day, I woke up at the crack of 1 p.m. to find that out of the blue, AmarÃ¢â‚¬â„¢e Stoudemire is apparently either Jewish or a reasonable facsimile.
Considering my status as a somewhat practicing Jew, this was the greatest news ever.