Ben Joravsky @ Chicago Reader (7/28/94) (h/t Deadspin):
… So back he came on November 9, 1971, for Jim Fox, another backup center, and with him was created one of the greatest teams that never won a championship: Bob Love and Chet Walker at forwards; bruisers rotating at center; and a backcourt of Jerry Sloan and Van Lier. Their game was defense, relentless defense. They picked, pushed, pulled, and pounded the other team into dumb mistakes. They were the New York Knicks of their day.
Now, I must admit I’m not unbiased in this account. When Van Lier joined the team I was an awkward adolescent at Evanston Township High School, and Bulls basketball was my escape. Van Lier was my favorite. I wrote about him in my diary. I got a friend, Josh, to drive me to the Stadium on picture day and I waited in line for my chance to be photographed with Van Lier. I still have that photo–me looking over his shoulder as he autographs a Bulls team poster, which I hung on my bedroom wall.
To me nothing in sports was as exhilarating as Van Lier at work. He was courageous and smart, the leader on the floor. He employed a wicked hand check, more like a straight-arm, driving opponents back as they tried to advance. He’d flop wildly at the slightest contact, head and elbows banging on the floor, as though he were being fouled. He dived headfirst after loose balls, burned his skin on the stadium floor, banged his way through picks, elbowed the bigger guys out of the way, and fought like hell to get his share of rebounds.
It was a funky team and a wild time, so very 70s in taste and tone (Van Lier himself wore an Afro and a beard). They were coached by Dick Motta, an insanely competitive, strident, and sarcastic man who favored bright-colored jackets, sometimes canary yellow, and horrid plaid pants. The whole squad was nuts. The mascot, Benny the Bull, once got tossed from a game in Milwaukee for giving the finger to the ref. The ref deserved it; he missed the call.
Van Lier and Motta were always at each other’s throats–though it was nothing personal, they declared. “I got nothing against Dick–he’s a great coach,” says Van Lier. “He yelled at me because he knew I could take it. And sometimes I yelled back. A lot of it was about my demand that Motta respect me and my other teammates–respect us as men.” …
That’s a terrific article. Go read the entire thing. RIP Norm.
From Normal Chad’smailbag:
Q. During football games, I’ve noticed that the center often will point up field before he snaps the ball. Could it be he wants to make sure the rest of the team knows which way to go? (Ed Anderson; Kirkland, Wash.)
A. Pay the man, Shirley.
Dashiell Bennett @ Deadspin:
Also, falling asleep at a traffic light? That shows a real commitment to drunk driving. That’s the kind of stuff that makes NFL scouts sit up and take notice.
A Fistful of Dollars (1:40:04) A pancho-clad, cigar-chewing, mysterious ‘Man with No Name’ rides into a small frontier town which is embroiled in a struggle for power between two families. He hires himself out as a mercenary, first to one faction and then to the other, with no regard for honor or morality. He plays both sides against the middle, collecting his money, until he eventually destroys both, leaving the town to the bartender, coffin-maker and bell ringer as he rides off into the desert from whence he came.
For a Few Dollars More (2:11:43) Sergio Leone’s sequel to FISTFUL OF DOLLARS finds the pancho-clad, cigar-chewing, mysterious ‘Man with No Name’ (Clint Eastwood) locked in competition with a rival bounty hunter; then forming an uneasy alliance with him in a mutual quest for the psychopathic bandit Indio. Eastwood is interested in the award money; Van Cleef seeks vengeance on Indio, for the brutal rape and murder of his sisterÉand the pile of bodies after the climactic shoot-out will yield very different outcomes for them both.
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (2:58:40) Set during the Civil War, three disparate drifters…(the pancho-clad, cigar-chewing, silent but supremely self-confident ‘Man with No Name’–the Good; the evil bounty hunter–the Bad; and a renegade Mexican bandit–the Ugly)…search for a Confederate cash box containing $200,000 which is hidden in a distant cemetery in an unmarked grave Sergio Leone’s epic Western masterpiece and the third film in the “Dollars” trilogy. Music by Ennio Morricone.
8 pm CT on TLC:
American Chopper: Mark Buehrle Bike (60 minutes)
OCC has been commissioned to build a bike for Mark Buehrle of the Chicago White Sox. Mark pitched a perfect game, and his wife wants to surprise him with a special gift, an OCC chopper. Jr. continues working on a project for his biggest client Coleman.
The Buehrle episode will be repeated tonight at 10 pm CT and next Thursday (November 26) Thursday December 3 at 7 pm CT.
UPDATE: video after the jump: (more…)
Some time ago I was looking for this ad and couldn’t find it. Here it is. Thanks to JoePoz for the alert.
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from mozillalinks, hat-tip lifehacker.
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from the ‘Things that need to happen as soon as possible’ dept.:
“So when I get in the ring and knock out (welterweight champ Andre) Berto, and people are like, ‘I didn’t know Chad could fight,'” he said to us, “I just told you.”