TIP OF THE FUCKING DAY:
NOT ASKING IS REJECTION BY DEFAULT.
Did you know there’s a place called Yolo? There is. It’s a county in Northern California, with a population of 200,000. The University of California at Davis is there! Thomas Hayden Church (that guy from Sideways) was born there! They have tons of Starbucks there too, like any other American county (though Starbucks employees won’t talk to reporters). But here’s the important question: Do Yolo residents live by the tenets of the most popular philosophy of modern times, #YOLO (You Only Live Once)? Lauren Bans cold-called three Yolo residents to find out, because, you know, #YOLO.
Yolo Native. This has always bugged the fuck out of me though.
So pretty and poignant.
Daughter - In the shallows
I’m sure there will be plenty of hot LeBron takes out there today, just like there are every other day, so we’ll try to keep this brief. Last night was the game where I realized I’m openly rooting for LeBron James to be awesome. I’ve probably been in this mode for a while, but there was just nothing to crystallize it quite like Game 6.
It’s still surreal, don’t get me wrong. When LeBron fell apart in 2011 and the Heat crumbled on national TV, it was one of the most enjoyable sports disasters of my lifetime. The Game 2 collapse? Fucking incredible.
The whole rest of the series followed that pattern, and it was amazing.
But then when it started happening in these Finals, and specifically when it was happening in the first three quarters last night, there was no fun. Nothing was cathartic about watching LeBron wobble around awkwardly and slowly disappear against the Spurs. It sucked. And I was just bummed. Because there’s so much stupid noise constantly surrounding LeBron, and by extension the NBA, and it’s all redundant, and basketball is so much better when LeBron renders all the bullshit irrelevant.
At the same time … before Game 6, a lot of people said we shouldn’t judge LeBron or his legacy on what happened last night. That was bullshit, too. He’s one of the most stupidly talented players we’ve ever seen, and this was one of the biggest games of his career. Of course we should’ve judged LeBron on what happened last night, and that’s why it was so depressing when it looked like he was cratering all over again.
Then the headband came off, LeBron turned into a superhero, and a double-digit deficit turned into a Heat win. He wasn’t totally perfect even during that stretch, and the game was insane for roughly 10,000 other reasons, but the raw power of LeBron down the stretch was unforgettable. He’s a monster. I have no idea what happens from here, but it was all a good reminder. In 2013, instead of slogging through more debates about LeBron failures, it’s a lot more fun to gawk at the success.
That Game 6 comeback? Fucking incredible.
Andrew Sharp on LeBron in today’s NBA Final Shootaround on Grantland
This. This. 1000x times this. “There’s too much stupid noise constantly surround LeBron, and by extension the NBA, and it’s all redundant, and basketball is so much better when LeBron renders all the bullshit irrelevant.”
It’s sad to me that LeBron needs to have a good game for pundits to talk about ANYTHING besides his BAD game in the news for the foreseeable future. It’s so frustrating as a fan of basketball things besides LeBron to be forced to listen to the same tired speculation over and over and over again without reprieve. Why do so many people have to make the dominant storyline about LeBron’s failure rather than SA’s (or any Heat opponent’s) successes? So frustrating.
I think the most underrated time spent with people is that spent enjoying a moment in silence. There’s is nothing quite like sitting with a close friend or family member and not feeling the need to talk. All that is important is that you are together, at that moment, sharing that moment. I feel like it almost builds more intimacy than talking on many occasions. The shared comfort and resulting peaceful happiness is something entirely nonverbal, but something that is still strongly felt. It’s an ironically strong feeling, because it provides very little tangible, physical stimuli for the mind to catch onto. But I think any weakness in its significance has more do to with my unwillingness to really listen to the world around me (and the people around me) than the inherent stimulus of the situation.
It seems that these kind of interactions are rarer, as most idle time these days is spent playing with one’s phone (I am no exception). But I want to try and counteract that knee-jerk inclination. Listen and feel more. Occupy idly, less.
— The Rise and Fall of Charm in American Men
(Source: The Atlantic)