I am kinda freaking out today.
One of my favorite old time Knicks passed away a couple of days ago. As Spinelli noted Anthony Mason died from complications from congestive heart failure. You know. The thing I have. Nice right?
Mase was a hard nosed defender who was considered a dirty player by most of the league. But Knick fans loved him. He came out of nowhere after being cut by a couple of teams. Mase and John Starks became integral parts of the team and were not big time spoiled draft choices. He was the exact opposite of Charles Smith who cost us the chance to go to finals. They were the reason we had a great team all those years. They had to fight for everything and wouldn't give up like big time losers like Carmelo Anthony does on the current team.
The best part about his game was that he was a great hard nose defender. And he had a magnificent handle. He could grab a rebound and dribble it up the floor past the other teams point guards and slam it in their face. He did it in one game against Reggie Miller and the Pacers that they are still talking about. He was my favorite player on that team after the Xman left the team.
Of course he was a man of his times. He did lots of steroids and coke the cocktails of the '80's and '90's. I ran into him and Oakley at the Pernal Whittaker vs Buddy McGirt fight at the Garden and shook his hand. The dude was massive. His body just gave out. You can't abuse the machine and expect it to last. That is just the way it is.
Now with my favorite Knick gone and Artie Cherries that makes two. You know these things come in threes.
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Leonard Nimoy was the first pick of this grouping.
The roster's full already. Wait for the next go around and make hay while the sun shines.
Great advice.
Here's the thing. I never met Mr Spock personally. I had conversations with the other two. Just sayn'
I had conversations with the other two. Just sayn'
Hah! You are so busted.
How many J-dates and star trek posts have we been subjected to, complete with conversations with Spock?
http://trooperyork.blogspot.com/2014/11/if-star-date-were-like-j-date.html
Given the weird catalog system employed here, the number goes past 81. Which means you're probably going to have to suit up for another round of day to day heaven and hell before the final bell goes ring a ding ding.
In fact there's a book I read recently (can't recall the name) about how difficult it is to get someone to turn off the pacemaker when the rest of the bod has left the building.
Based on the write up and pictures in the NY Post I came to the conclusion that the most memorable thing about Mason was his trademark haircut where the barber cut Home Sweet Home into his head. Among other messages.
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