Notes thus All-Star; Black Superman's Earthly powers come from orange ball

Are you kidding? NBA legend poster. I felt five years old, watching Superman be real.

An hour after this, still vaguely thinking about the awe it filled me with, I was sent a txt msg from my friend Fro. It was Flight School Jordan. Pre-NBA-championship, post-dunk-champion Michael Jordan, wearing a towel over his head; the music attached was Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield," which starts so nostalgically with, "We were young..."

Fucking amazing. Because this is the new shit. This is isn't flying up from an earthen plane, like Mike Air had it. This is Black Superman descending upon on Earth. This is big shadow first.

Dwight jumped up, not out, from far away and THREW it through the basket. A friend of mine used to dunk like that in 8th grade, on 7' hoop. Black Superman's dunk is not so much a jam as it is an affront to gravity and it's demon spell over silly inanimate objects.

As I've said, as we all know, Jordan is forever frescoed, but now there is a new category beyond anything MJ could do. It's the only category exclusive of MJ, the Dwight Howard category. Michael created his own category, which tides of players visit for their own games. Every player's game has some Michael in it. No one has this Dwight Howard. Amare has a uniqueness, but has never exploded in imagination like this. Black Jesus and Black Superman jump into a bar...

Then there's Gerald Green:



Rudy and Jamario: "What is he doing?" Dwight: "Fly, fly, fly fly..." Gerald: "[Pictures a Houston girl he used to fuck], burgers, fucking, jumping, destruction."

I would've liked to see more Gay Moon and less Gerald Green. He is from Houston, so he's constantly pointing to his awful forearm tatt and throwing out the double-H. And he's missing his right ring finger. So, this gesture of homage to place and placement simultaneously draws attention to and distracts away from a mysterious injury which Green is sensitive about. (It happened when he was a child.)

I just feel bad for him, him and his dopey look of a supremely abused but talented and brooding teenage boy. Some people exude... blankness. When you look in their eyes, there's a Nothing back there. When Gerald green is running and jumping and competing physically, the Nothing is absent. But as soon as he has to answer a question and construct an opinion — Blankman.

He signed his stupid shoes and gave them to Darryll Dawkins, who rightly threw them to the floor. Unbelievable. Totally entertaining though. This sounds like I hate Green, but I don't. He has poor critical thinking skills. But the Birthday Cake was a sweet dunk. Get it?

I was hoping for more from Rudy. I was convinced by the Rookie/Soph game of his anachronistic game. It's totally ABA. And he's named Rudy. With different shoes, tattered socks and an old camera Rudy Gay could be 1977 in a thousand moments. With that huge glossy smile!?

HEEYYYYYYYYY!!! GUYYYYYYYSSSSSS!!!!!!




And how about the Texas star himself? Boobie.




He shaved the star into his head prior to winning the MVP of the game!!?? Is this a kid's movie script from the late 80s?

LeBron has been talking about how good Boobie is since early practices. When Mike Brown finally played him on some reg minutes, it elevated the Cavs past any prior conception. LB was equally prescient about Sasha Pavlovic, who equally aided the Cavs play.

So, does anyone get the feeling Mike Brown just kind of orders Chinese food for everybody when they stay late, and during games his job is to remind them how many timeouts the Cavs have? His team has Death Wish LeBronsen. What coaching is he really doing? "LB, hit'em with the uzi this time."

Here, Daniel Gibson shruggs off his player ass balln skillz with a grandad-nerd-in-a-teenage-superstar body:





And finally, Rudy Gay's favorite uncle and third mixed son share a little about touching, when and how.

(images from www.nba.com)