Ray, Rajon And Rasheed Riddle Lakers

  • Sunday, June 6, 2010 10:19 PM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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Now we got a series.

Tonight's greatest moment for me was Rondo taking Bynum to the rack, giving away a full foot, and putting him into the popcorn machine with an immaculate fake. The Vatican should be so lucky.

Why do I loathe the Lakers? Let me count the ways:

A) Kobe
B) Kobe
C) Kobe

He IS the greatest but for some reason I just can't stand him.

And look at that ... Boston won despite Pierce and KG contributing little offensively, but speaking of little, they did the little things while Ray Allen, Rajon Rondo and Rasheed Wallace (The Three Rs?!) came up huge. What a game.

Now we all know this is going seven. And I hope Bryant has his hands on the ball at the end of the seventh game with Pierce on him cuz this time Artest won't cut free in the paint to jack up a lucky deuce.

But that's a long way away, if it even happens. LA remain heavy Vegas favorites, but if you are a purist, you can't help but root for Boston.

Why?

A) They play great unselfish team ball.
B) I live in LA and relish the prospect of all these cocky talk radio jocks grappling with a Boston title. Their tiny heads will explode.
C) Well, I just find KG, PP, Ray Allen, Rondo, Perkins, Robinson, Tony Allen, Big Baby and Sheed likeable. My prejudice. And I am not even a Boston fan.

I may be alone on this take but I consider Rasheed Wallace the MVP of Game 2. He hit most of his shots, played Tenacious D and secured one clutch board after another, renewing the faith of Piston fans far and wide. It's quite clear that the message Doc, KG, Allen and Pierce delivered as they courted Sheed resonated in a major way.

Because, while he is an aging baller, Rasheed is the X factor in this series and I think he knows it. He's got the balls to say publically that he will be judged on his performance in the post (literally/figuratively) and any man who openly puts his rep on the line despite his income deserves major props.

If he shows up every night, Boston has a chance. Not that they don't remain the underdogs (ask Vegas) but his performance will make the ultimate difference, IMHO.

And while we're talking about aging rehab ballers, let us not forget Nate Robinson. While not duplicating his Game 6 stunner v. Orlando, he came up big tonight when Doc and Co. needed him, and I expect him to go off in one of the next two TD Garden battles.

Another great acquisition by Danny Ainge. Who would you rather have off the bench: Robinson/Tony Allen or Farmar/Brown? I know where my vote comes down.

The bottom line is Boston came through tonight with a great game. This means us fans are in for a treat for the ages.

Look for a split in Boston and a yellow brick road to Game 7. Again, my personal viewer fantasy is Boston up by two, seconds left, and Kobe gets his chance to be in the same conversation as MJ, MJ and Bill Russell.

Here's hoping he gets the back of the rim and a long rebound Rondo confiscates.

And an aside to David Stern: Thank you for not letting a zebra call a double T on K. Perkins which would change the shape of the series. If he deserves it, bust him. If he doesn't, let him play.

The rule on T fouls must be changed as soon as the playoffs end, because as everyone much smarter/important/more well paid than me agrees, it's a dumb rule.

Celtics Need Pierce To Attack

  • Saturday, June 5, 2010 6:09 PM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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I watched Game 1 till the first commercial when it was about 16-12. Then I went to play ball myself with a bunch of Laker fans who checked the score after every pickup game.

We had a discussion afterwards: do we play next Thursday? After all it will be Game 4. The majority voted NO until yours truly piped up with something along the lines of "Does Pau Gasol give a crap if we get a run?"

Uh, no. I prevailed, despite being the worst player on the floor last night. Assertive conviction overrides all.

So, yeah, I didn't really see Game 1. But the outcome was No Surprize.

Kobe slashed, Gasol muscled, Odom opened, Fisher fished.

And Boston, apparently, stood around and watched.

What's great about NBA playoffs, especially the Finals, is the pressure shifts seismically after every game.

In this case the heat is on Homeboy Paul Pierce. If he doesn't decide to take it to the rack and throw caution to the wind, Boston will lose Game 2 and the series.

Ray Allen will get his points. KG is on his last legs but has a last run in him if he's the fourth wheel behind Pierce/Rondo/Allen. Boston's bench should and must rise up in Game 2.

Vegas once again looks prescient after Game 1, making LA heavy favorites. Because LA has Bryant on a vengeful mission and a better supporting cast than Jordan ever had. So the Celtics are underdogs.

But don't count them out -- yet. The two things they have going for them are Pierce and Rivers. And make that three things -- how could I forget Rondo?

Still, the heat is on Inglewood's finest, Pierce. Mitch Kupchak, Jerry Buss and Action Jackson let Trevor Ariza go for THIS series. If Ron Ron neutralizes Pierce as he did Friday night, it ends quickly.

So it's up to 2008 MVP PP to get it up and carry his squad back to TD Garden tied at one. Because this ain't the young, dumb and quick Thunder out there. It's the aging, wily Celtics who must carry the Auerbach/Russell torch and step up to the challenge.

Speaking of the greatest player in hoop history, Bill Russell, I hope he's living the Bryan Ferry life right about now ... "Here as I sit at this antique cafe thinking of you..." Because Ray Allen must play the role of Sam Jones, Pierce Havlicek, Garnett Cowens, Wallace Siegfried, Rondo Archibald, if Boston is to rebound (sic).

And David Stern and I sure hope so. ABC needs the coin of a six- or seven-game series and after all this retro Bird-Magic build-up, so do we.

So Mr. Pierce, meet the challenge. Take it to the rack. You will get the calls if you've got spring in your step.

On a separate, sad note, the greatest coach in sports history left the planet today. At 99 years young, John Wooden, the man with the rolled-up game plan coiled tightly in his fist, the best teacher in college sports history, has succumbed to the inevitable call of Death.

May you rest in peace, Mr. Wooden. Like Joe DiMaggio and Vince Lombardi, you will always be remembered as not just a champion, but a gentleman. I can't say for sure but I bet the guy never drew a T. Condolences to the entire Wooden and UCLA family.

THIS is a great loss.

Boston-LA: Hoping For A Seven-Game Classic

  • Wednesday, June 2, 2010 10:38 AM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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So we're less than 48 hours out from what we all hope will be the most memorable seven-game series of the 21st Century. As I've said before, it'll have to be a monster to top the 2005 Spurs-Pistons series, but we've got bigger markets, bigger names and bigger history for a start.

Who will guard Rondo? If it's Bryant, he's run ragged all over the floor and has to find that secret energy reserve (which he always has) to get it up on the offensive end. This leaves Fisher on Allen, which the RaynMan should dominate. But don't underestimate Fish and his multiple rings. And Brown and Farmar will have to step up, as well as contend with the reborn Nate Robinson, who will come out firing.

On the side we get the mainman match: Pierce v. Artest. The modern-day Rodman, Ron Ron could conceiveably give P Squared fits, but then again Pierce could make Q1 interesting by drawing early fouls and forcing Artest to the bench. Then we get Odom v. Pierce. Odom shows up at least every other game and with his Kardashian bride on the sidelines expect him to Bob Beamon his way through the finals.

In the paint, I'd put KG on Bynum. KG is old and dinged. Bynum is young and dinged. Draw. That leaves Perkins and Sheed to shadow Gasol, another key to the outcome.

The Celtic bench rules on paper, but I'll go out on a limb and predict either Brown or Farmar wins one game with an out-of-nowhere offensive thrust.

The crowd and the coaches: Dead even. Lunatic fans on each coast, and Glenn Rivers will match every move Action Jackson makes.

Inevitably it will come down to Kobe v. Boston. As everybody not living under a rock knows, Bryant is the best baller on Planet Earth. Yet Boston has the better TEAM.

I have no idea who will win, nor does anybody else. The fact that SI's "experts" pick Boston four to two, just as they almost unanimously picked Cleveland to win it all at the start of this craziness, makes me think Kobe and Co. will win.

Of most concern to me is Games 1, 4 and 7 are slated for Thursday nights, MY sacred hoop night. What was wrong with Weds/Fri/Sunday, Herr Stern?

Must be about ad dollars.

Bring on the action, cuz when it's over we'll be left with MLB until football kicks in.

Garnett Sets Tone As Celtics Return To Finals

  • Saturday, May 29, 2010 10:30 AM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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Like everyone else watching Friday night, including one of the greatest players in hoop history, Earvin Johnson, I thought Kevin Garnett's early second foul in Q1 was dumb. Not once but twice Garnett slapped Dwight Howard's arm like he was trying out for UFC.

What a moron, I thought. What a moron, Magic and Jon Barry echoed at halftime on ESPN. What morons, it turned out, we all were.

Yes, it was Nate Robinson who came off the bench when Rajon Rando went down due to yet another of Howard's flagrant fouls (I still say he should have been ejected and suspended for his near-concussion-causing smackdown of Paul Pierce in Game 2, a clear blow to the head that typifies this dumb kid's game) to light up the TD Garden and prove Doc Rivers a prophet with his prediction that Little Big Man -- on the day of Gary Coleman's death -- would win Boston a playoff game.

And indeed he did, knocking down shots, making great passes and hustle plays in Q2 to provide the spark the aging Celtics needed, and giving them six full days of rest before facing either LA or Los Suns.

But IMHO it was Garnett who set the tone early after the war that was Game 5. He came out angry,

and in immediate retrospect it was his double slap on Howard in a game that was called close from the get-go that made the difference.

Because he sent a message to Orlando early that you are not going to have a beatdown free-for-all as the Magic had in Game 5. He acted angrily in getting his second foul, and Celtic fans' stomachs turned as a result, but in the final analysis it was the pivotal moment in the series.

After that Rondo was decked by Howard but Boston stood its ground, Robinson stepped up and the rest is history.

Danny Ainge must now be acknowledged as a great GM not only for his trade for Garnett and his draft day deal for Ray Allen, but now his Eddie House-for-Robinson deal could mean another banner hanging from the Boston rafters.

Because Eddie House would not have done what Robinson did in Game 6. And now Rivers must include Nate in the rotation, and look out Jordan Farmar, Goran Dragic or whomever it is when the smoke clears in the WCF.

Robinson, long accused of being a ballhog during his Knick days, stepped up after a long silence and could now emerge as the X factor in The Finals since, as we all know, LA's bench is weak, especially in the backcourt.

I am sure I ain't the only guy to recall Nate's regular-season visit to LA last year when he went wild against the Lakers with a monster perf that came up short at the buzzer but will give him confidence if and when he takes the court at Staples.

This Celtic team reminds me of the 1969 group that snuck into the playoffs and, thanks to Don Nelson's what-goes-up-must-come-down shot in Game 7, keeping Jack Kent Cooke's balloons in the balcony in one of the greatest games in the storied LA-Boston rivalry.

Being a fan of neither but a Laker (i.e. Kobe) hater at heart, I can only root for Boston at this point. And I think they will win it all but predictions are a fool's game.

And props to Glen Davis for showing up Friday night after suffering a major head blow at (again) the hands, er, elbows, of "Superman." For such an NBA-manufactured image, Howard is a hack. Wilt, Hakeem and Kareem never hurt anyone with out-of-control play, which was Howard's trademark in this series. Go home and look at the film, Dwight. And while you're at it, grow up.

Meanwhile, Vince Carter showed he was no Hedo Turkoglu, from missing two free throws at crunch time to his average performance the rest of the series. Give me tattooed love boy Matt Barnes any day of the week.

Now Boston rests while LA and Los Illegals sweat it out.

Boston in six over either.

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Why Celts-Cavs Game 5 Was Most Interesting Playoff Game So Far

  • Wednesday, May 12, 2010 8:19 AM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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Here are the Top Ten Reasons Why Cavs-Celts Game 5 Was The Most Interesting Game Of NBA Playoffs To Date:

10) Glenn "Doc" Rivers is outcoaching Mike Brown into unemployment. Forget about what's happening between the lines. Let's look at the SIDELINES. Doc has Nate Robinson, Marquis Daniels and Rasheed Wallace doing the ML Carr thing by rooting teammates while Cleveland's bench do a fine impression of Rodin's The Thinker (i.e. a statue for you artistically challenged folk).

9) Shaq: DONE. Please retire. We all know you're a good guy, a big kid with multiple rings but age conquers all: You're finished. Diesel is permanently overpriced.

8) Kendrick Perkins and Glen Davis are two of of the most underrated players in the league. Always giving 100 percent, always hitting the boards and the floor for loose balls; these are the kind of players coaches love.

7) KG Lives. Despite injuries Garnett has segued to a finesse game when his cumulative physical injuries have restricted him. Now if he'd just shut up and cease the trash talking, because the more of that he does v. Dwight Howard in the ECF the more he will suffer and increase Orlando's chances of returning to the Finals.

6) Sheed: Still A Stiff.

5) Speaking of stiffs, Senor M. Williams is a playoff bust. He stunk it up last year and has kept that streak alive by failing to show up in May for the second year running. If and when LBJ jumps ship, this loser takes the fall.

4) Did I mention Shaq is done? A shadow of his former great self? A guy who needs to retire immediately? Do the words Willie Mays sound a chord?

3) Rajon Rondo has the best headband in the NBA. He wears it so well. He does whatever it takes to win. His trey toward the end of the third quarter iced the game. But what captivates me about this cat is his fluidity for the game, his ease at making it happen, reminiscent of Earvin Johnson. Not that they're on the same plane but this guy redefines Natural.

2). Tattoos. Cleveland has too many. That means the Cavs will lose.

1) Paul Pierce and Ray Fricking Allen. Man, we are talking about two of the top ten players in the league. Man Ray with his ultra-quick release (how 'bout that three toward the end of the first half with Anthony Parker's hand in his face?!) and Pierce, who has struggled but will have NBA Finals MVP carved on his tombstone.

1A) Sorry to end on a negative note but LBJ exits The Mistake by The Lake; Mike Brown is fired; Cleveland implodes and misses the playoffs next year unless ... unless ... Cleveland woos Chris Bosh and Larry Next Town Brown to its fine city. Oh jeez, I am officially talking outta my ass ... over and out.

Don't Bug Me With The Olympics, I'm Gearing Up For NBA Playoffs

  • Wednesday, February 17, 2010 7:03 PM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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Do you wanna marry ... a lumberjack?

I didn't think so. Kinda like watching the Winter Olympics. Pass.

Bad enough the Games start with a horrible death in the most exciting event offered -- and not to belittle in the least the poor man and his loving family because my heart goes out to them -- but it just puts a damper on the whole event. And yes, what a horrible bastard I am demeaning the efforts of all the global athletes who have given their hearts and souls for years in search of gold.

More power to them.

I'll take the jingoistic tactic and stick to our dumbass American wheelhouse: hoop, football and baseball. Isn't it about time for pitchers and catchers to report?!

Makes me wonder if Gaylord Perry always got to camp on time, getting that spitter in gear in the crackling Florida February air, and Satchel Paige too ... I don't think so.

So Marcus Camby gets moved by the Clippers for a couple of journeyman and 3M bucks. Donald Sterling, true to form, dumps the third leading rebounder in the NBA for next to nothing, meaning if Brandon Roy gets healthy, Portland makes a run in the West and might even make it to the WCF depending on the draw. Go Blazers!

What is it with MC anyway? Among the most traded players in league history yet by all outward appearances a good citizen, good teammate and hard-working baller who does what it takes to win and then some; best of luck to him in the cozy confines of The Rose Garden. Camby is the perfect guy for Portland; an expert rebounder who knows how to play the glass, which will come in handy when Rudy Fernandez starts heaving 3s. Rudy is a budding star, a deadeye legend in his own mind, and MC will only make him better because there's no better longshot bet than a gunner who misses a heave then gets it back in the same spot for a deuce. For that to happen, of course, it takes a village ... and a rebounder.

I love this game.

Most interesting note about the Dallas All-Star game was three studs clearly telling their coach they needed a blow: KG, Paul Pierce and Tim Duncan. Minimal minutes played. Holding it for the playoffs. Prudent move, gents.

As noted previously in this space, Boston is saving it all for spring, as well they should. They're likely headed for a No. 3 seed and a first-round test v. Larry Brown's Bobcats, who will be a tough out. Boston can only be glad it won't draw Atlanta, who owns the Celtics, in the first round. Stephen Jackson, Gerald Wallace, the rejuvenated and underrated Nazr Mohammed (another doofus Dumars deal) will prove an obstacle in round one, particularly for Boston. If Orlando and Cleveland finish two-one, they will wipe the mat with Miami and Chicago/Milwaukee whomever in the first round while Boston expends so much energy beating Charlotte by the time it gets to Orlando, the Celtics could be chump bait.

Of course, the theory is Boston got Sheed to clamp down Superman but good luck with that. I still won't count Boston out but, barring injury or a major deal tomorrow, the Celtic get flattened by Orlando who then give LBJ and the Cavs all they can handle, with or without Stoudmire, Jamison or Troy Murphy.

Still, Cleveland will win the East because it is their time and, spare me the West deets, LA will be there at the end.

But I repeat myself.

The 82-game NBA slog takes forever, somehow seeming longer than the 162 MLB year, because baseball has its slow, inexorable axis turning season unlike basketball, which is such a speed-freak game due in no small part to the fact our nightly highlight diet consists of high-flying threes and slamaroonies.

Baseball moves at its own speed while hoop fans are poised for the post from day one. But you gotta pay the rent if you're an NBA owner, so there.

Frankly, I can't wait for baseball because the opening season Yankees-Red Sox series will offer more cumulative drama than every NBA game in March combined. But when the playoffs start, ah, suddenly every possession will be War.

I can't wait for any number of reasons:

Chauncey Billups and Denver, the tattooed love boys of Colorado, who will push every opponent to the limit; San Antonio making one last Alamo stand, McDyess, Jefferson and Blair rising up alongside the aging but still killer in a short series nucleus of Duncan/Parker/Ginobili; eighth seed Houston-Portland-New Orleans or Memphis throwing a scare into LA while everyone bitches that all aforementioned above .500 squads should make it in while the pathetic Eastern back-of-the-bus teams make it in with lousy records; Rondo putting Boston on his Kentucky back and taking those old legs as far as they can go; Vince Carter on the spot with his career on the line, knowing he'll be tabbed as nothing less than a perennial failure if Orlando doesn't make it back to the Finals; and Cleveland, the current pick to Go All The Way, with the incumbent pressure to satiate their leader LeBron into staying with only a title fitting the bill...bring it on already.

Sun Sets On Boston's Era Of Domination

  • Monday, February 1, 2010 1:28 PM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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Boston sports teams have hit the wall. They've got one thing going for them: Scott Brown. And who's to say the hardcore even wanted HIM to win.

The Celtics just had their worst four-day stretch in years. First, blowing a big first-half lead on the road in Orlando to a team that will no doubt face off with Cleveland in this year's ECF. Then losing to Atlanta, capping a four-zip season sweep for the Hawks. Joe Johnson and Co. have Boston's number. Fortunately for the Celts they won't face Atlanta in the EC Semis (if they get there). No, the Magic will be waiting and will prevail at this rate.

Yeah, many of us thought Boston reloaded with Sheed and Marquis Daniels and would challenge LA in June, but that's looking grim. The NBA, unlike MLB and the NFL, is purely a young man's game, and suddenly Boston looks old. Very old.

KG ain't the same after major knee surgery -- anyone who's gone under that knife can attest it ain't easy -- and Pierce and Allen have lost half a step, Wallace has been going downhill since LBJ decimated the Pistons in ECF Game 6 a few years ago, and Rajon Rondo, as great as he is -- and great he is --cannot do it all.

Boston isn't in the Amare Stoudemire derby and that probably wouldn't solve the problem anyway, not to mention the fact they'd have to give up Kendrick Perkins or Glen Davis to get him, the two of whom are Boston's best inside players.

LA and Herr Kobe beat them Sunday with another great finish -- Bryant is simply, along with James, the best there is, and you just knew the Lakers were going to pull it out. LA will only get better with studs Gasol and Artest just warming up and Andrew Bynum ... did you SEE that catch and tomahawk jam off the great entry pass from Kobe in the third quarter? The sky's the limit with this kid.

I remember vividly LA talk radio when Kupchak drafted Bynum ... the outcry, the backlash, the hue and cry ... what morons these spoiled Laker fans are. Big men don't grow on trees as the saying goes, and now the Lakers have not one but the two best bigs in the West, not to mention the entire league, as only Howard is in the same class. Add to that Odom, Farmar, a still capable Fish, Shannon Brown and Bryant ... good luck NBA.

David Stern is looking forward to the LeBron-Kobe June Final, and he'll get it. I still don't think Cleveland can beat LA four times despite its regular-season sweep. Cleveland still lives off a one-on-five attack when it matters, and James can only make so many three-pointers.

On the other hand if Cleveland lands Stoudemire, baggage and all, the Cavs could get it done. A core rotation of James, Williams, Shaq, Varejao, Amare, Hickson, West and Gibson could take LA to seven, and then who knows.

But back to Beantown. The Pats' reign is over. The league has caught up. Randy Moss will continue to cause problems, and the defense is riddled with holes even Hoodie Belichick can't fill. They had their run; now it's time to reload, which will take time.

Then there's The Red Sox. If they were smart they'd bring Johnny Damon back, because Adrian Beltre has had one good year (as a Dodger) in his career and he is incapable of replacing Mike Lowell's big bat, RBI prowess and clubhouse gravitas despite his shotgun arm. Kind of like replacing Graig Nettles with Aurelio Rodriguez, and that's overselling Beltre's arm.

The Bosox made a good move signing Lackey, and their rotation is the best in baseball, not to mention the pen remains strong and Pap will bounce back, but where is The Big Stick? No Bay, no Manny, and unless Big Papi has an offseason rendezvous with The Fountain of Youth he is done.

The Yankees, meanwhile, reload, cutting Damon, Cabrera and Nady, while picking up Curtis Granderson and Randy Winn, more than a good deal. Sports' greatest franchise thrives on bringing role players in for the trip of a lifetime, but Brian Cashman monitors their expiration date and always trades up or sideways when he has the chance.

The ultimate determining bidding war of the next five MLB years will be Boston and the Yankees pursuing Joe Mauer, as with both teams in need of new blood at catcher, Mauer can write his own ticket. I personally hope he stays in Minnesota, but I'm old fashioned and he will follow the money, probably to The Bronx.

When that happens look out. Joba will replace Rivera; Sabathia/Burnett/Hughes/ will form a drop-dead triumvirate for years to come, and Boston will be dying for a wildcard spot that won't come easy.

Boston, my hometown, a wonderfully provincial escape, has had a tremendous run of titles but it's OVER, just like hometown rockers Aerosmith.

The only advice: Follow the lead of Joe Perry, A-Smith axeman. Hit the road on your own, return to your punk roots, reenergize and regroup and reclaim greatness over time.

Let The Music Do The Talking.

Decade's Best Role Models

  • Saturday, December 26, 2009 9:44 AM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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The term role model gets thrown around every day in sports media.

What does it mean? Tiger Woods was considered a god six weeks ago but now he is anathema to sponsors, tabloid fodder and a late night punchline.

But is that fair?

Shouldn't an athlete be judged by what he does in his field? Trust the art not the artist and all that?

My take is what we see, hear and crave as sports fans is excellence in endeavor. You think Ty Cobb was a nice guy? You think Wilt Chamberlain didn't spawn a thousand illegitimate children? You think Joe Namath was an angel?

Who cares, in my book. Let he who is without sin cast the first stone as The Bible says. Public figures are just that, people devoid of personal privacy whose business off the field is theirs and theirs alone. This media microscopic age magnifies all missteps, all blemishes, and we should all be grateful as sports fans that the same probing light is not shined on our own mundane existences. Because none of us would stand up to the glare either.

Star athletes make big money, receive constant accolades and adoration, but, like actors, politicians and corporate barons, deserve their own personal lives.

Role models are those who stretch their physical, mental and spiritual abilities and gifts to extraordinary levels, and their human foibles away from sports are irrelevant in my book.

With that said, I give you my Top Ten Athlete/Role Models of The Decade:

10) Dustin Pedroia/Kevin Youkilis
Both men symbolize the spirit and tenacity that has defined the Bosox this decade. Neither was a coveted draftee, an overnight success. To the contrary they both overachieved to embrace greatness. Like every man on this list they always hustle, always do their best, fueled by their outlier tendencies (with a big reference to Malcolm Gladwell's theory) and tenacious drive. Youk and Pedroia always give Red Sox faithful their money's worth. Neither was blessed with supreme talent and each serve as an example to young athletes everywhere with the key E word: EFFORT.

9) Michael Phelps
I could give a rat's ass if he smokes weed. I mean, REALLY. If we just legalize it, we'd kill the insidious Mexican druglord trade which, unchecked, will bring massive carnage across our border in the coming decade. But that's another story.

Phelps' success is purely based on drive. He's a big, rangy kid, an obvious natural in the pool, but he has shattered records set by mankind from across the globe and across the ages. He is a great physical specimen, of course, but swimming is work, and swimming fast is REALLY work, and nobody has ever done it better. And I'll take a guy with a bong over a guy with steroids anytime. Because smoking doesn't exactly help the lungs, ya think? He is The Aquatic God.

8) Tiger Woods
Like I said above, I don't care about his personal problems. He doesn't care about mine. We're even.

He probably should be ranked higher because his prowess on the fairways, roughs, traps and greens of the world is unparalleled. His work effort, like all on this list, is key. And he, a black man, ironically, has singlehandedly reinvented and reinvigorated an old white man's game with his genius. I see zero problem with him being named AP Male Athlete of The Decade.

7) Phil Jackson.
Knick fans like me remember the gangly, awkward Action Jackson. Read Bill Bradley's "Life on the Run" or Dave DeBusschere's "The Open Man" and you will see the real Phil.

And that guy is just good: Warm, fun, an average guy who elbowed his way to a solid career as a ballplayer before becoming one of the greatest coaches in hoop history. The Zen Master, The Montana Wildhack coach, who was the first ever to let his team chill during a timeout instead of haranguing them insistently (listen up, Van Gundys), he has rolled with the punches and ages to become the Red Auerbach of our lifetime. The modern athlete must be treated like a Stradivarius, and nobody does it better than Phil.

6) Bill Belichick/Pete Carroll.
While we're on the subject, let's include the two greatest football coaches of the past ten years, pro and college.

These guys have redefined Al Davis' Commitment to Excellence mantra. Forget about Bill's oft-criticized bedside manner; he just gets it done. Few teams without genuine superstars have maintained consistent glory and that's because the real superstar in the organization is the guy in the hoodie.

Carroll has brought college football's greatest franchise (sorry, Irish) back to glory. Go ahead, whine about the allegations of players accepting favors; you think college athletes don't get a free ride? Wake up. They should be paid. And Carroll has always been a class act -- just take a look at the inner-city work he has done from the crappy neighborhood that is USC. And don't tell me about throwing the bomb against UCLA the other day; Neuheisel is a punk and any competitor would have done the same thing.

Both these guys play in a cutthroat sandbox and do what it takes to win, and I'd bet my mortgage they've saved more souls than they've lost.

5) Kevin Garnett.
I've never seen a ballplayer sweat like this guy. That's because he leaves it on the floor every night and every practice. He slaved away for years in freezing Minneapolis and never dogged it, as so many others would have. Since joining Boston he has showed Russell-like fortitude. Now for his next act, if he can make Rasheed Wallace play hard and not implode in the playoffs, he will add the nickname Houdini to his resume.

4) Mariano Rivera.
Simply the greatest reliever in baseball history, a specialist whose surgical skills have carved the bats off numerous greats.

This religious, Panamanian import has been the dominant figure in his game since joining the Yankees. Yeah, he failed a couple of times against Arizona and Boston, but those hits merely renewed

his quest for perfection.

We will never see the likes of him again. Whatever Steinbrenner scout signed him deserves a luxury tax for life of his own.

3) Peyton Manning.
What can you say? Only Joe Montana is in the same sentence, and he had a better defense. Peyton is not only an offensive evisceration machine, he's hilarious on television (without doubt the best perf by an athlete in the history of SNL -- at least until we see Charles Barkley again in January) and an all-around good guy whose multi-talented brother Eli stands in the shadows despite himself being one of the greats of the decade.

2) Kobe.
I personally dislike The Black Mamba, but who cares? When I read that he had spent the offseason working on footwork with Hakeem Olajuwon, I could only shake my head. Didn't the same idea occur to Dwight Howard? No.

Regardless, this is a man driven to win like few others, and he never stops working. My admiration may be begrudging, but he works harder than any guy in hoop history with his God-given abilities, and the parades have only begun on Figueroa for the Lakers.

1) Derek Jeter.
Anybody who gets more hits than any Yankee in history is exceptional, but I won't remember him for his clutch hits and bat prowess. I, like you, will remember him for putting his body on the line going into the third base stands for a foul ball, emerging bloody and unbowed. I will remember him for his mental acuity, with his flip to the plate to get an astonished Oakland runner. I will remember him for running out every ball, always giving his absolute all, always honoring the game with unflagging effort and bravado.

Because that's what a role model is. Someone who embraces work. Someone who never gives up. Someone who cannot regret defeat because he has given every ounce of blood, sweat and tears he has to help his team, or himself if it's an individual sport.

Every man on this list personifies that American spirit, to be the best, to lift others and to be free.

That's what a role model means to me.

Just Win, Big Baby

  • Tuesday, May 12, 2009 12:30 PM
  • Written By: Harry Parmenter

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You gotta love the NBA playoffs. High drama on an hourly basis, if not minutely (sic).

Glen "Big Baby" Davis' clutch game-winner in Game 4 ... just magical (sorry Orlando fans). As a longtime Celtic hater, I have found myself rooting for them since a) my Pistons are toast, b) I grew up in Beantown and c) they are leaving their guts on the floor every night without Kevin Garnett.

This kid Rondo, what did he have, 14, 15 boards? How many point guards have done that besides Magic Johnson? Paul Pierce always comes up big. Ray Allen is the sweetest shooter in the league. But the Celtics have showed true Red Auerbach grit with guys like Davis, House and Scalabrine making a difference while most NBA playoff benches are MIA (yes, I'm talking to you, Andrew Bynum).

While the heralded Lakers didn't show up for what should have been a Chick Hearn third-quarter refrigerator game, and instead left the series to chance with a now two-out-of-three challenge to a gutsy Rocket squad, Boston took care of business on the road in Orlando.

You can only admire The Celtics.

Most defending champions struggle in the next year's playoffs just because they are Public Enemy No. 1, but this team is doing it without their best player, KG, a defensive stalwart and competitive monster who is disabled by injury. It's clear, however, that his spirit radiates down the bench with this group. That is the hallmark of a true leader.

And it must be said, what Laker fans are in meltdown over represents the complete opposite. Kobe Bryant spends so much time trying to be bigger than Michael Jordan (No. 24? Really?) that he has become the epitome of LA style over substance. Do you think for a minute MJ and company would have let the Knicks, for example, off the floor if Patrick Ewing went down with a broken foot? Uh, no.

He would have put his team's collective foot on the throat of x opponent and been up double digits at halftime en route to a beatdown. That's the difference between Bryant and Jordan.

Meanwhile Boston now has to hold serve at The New Garden to advance to the ECF Finals, which would be a great accomplishment for a team that has not only lost KG but Leon Powe, a key rotation player. The Celtics, Denver and Houston have been the most tenacious teams in the playoffs thus far (hall pass for Cleveland, they just haven't been tested yet) and that's what the postseason is all about: temerity.

After holding off the Bulls in seven, a series for the ages, Boston's fatigue showed in Game 1, but despite that inevitable loss they are in the driver's seat. It's the mark of a great coach, Doc Rivers, to keep his team playing at the highest level humanly possible against all odds. That as opposed to Action Jackson, who should have said two words to his team in the locker room today: Willis Reed. He was part of that fabled Knick team that rose up and whipped Wilt, Elgin Baylor and The Logo in The Finals years ago when men were men and steroids, not to mention flagrant fouls, did not exist. Phil should have called time out before his team went down 26-12 today, but his Zen philosophy wouldn't allow it. I don't think Red Auerbach or Red Holzman would have followed that route.

Celtic Magic is really predicated on hard work and effort. Here's hoping they get to Cleveland and make them sweat, just in the name of tradition.