I have a confession to make. As much as I’m liking the Michael Jordan film—Bill Laimbeer has been the star for me so far. If only Sam Presti had been smart enough to find a tough stretch five enforcer like Bill Laimbeer who could hit threes the Thunder probably would have won two or three championships.
But instead Presti brought in Kendrick Perkins.
Laimbeer would have reeled in Westbrook and would have put an immediate end to all that pussy whining of Kevin Durant. With all due respect to Maurice Cheeks…Bill Laimbeer either as a player or as the Thunder head coach would have toughed those two up instead of baby-sitting them for a decade.
Bill Laimbeer in my view was/is the Piston King…not Isiah. It was Laimbeer with his rough and tumble attitude and penchant for hitting big shots who made the Bad Boys the cult darlings they truly have become over the years.
I play this damn video every morning now to get myself revved up for the day. Bill Laimbeer has taken the place of coffee for me.
If Netflix can make the Mike Gundy-like character in the Tiger King a docu-film star…I have to think to myself surely someone at Netflix has been watching The Last Dance and can clearly visualize a Piston King film in the offing.
Of course…in Oklahoma City in the faux evangelical Christian market with all the phony Christians who tithe the pussy grabber Donald Trump–I realize Presti and Clay Bennett would never make a hire like Bill Laimbeer.
But maybe they should.
What would they have to lose?
Bill Laimbeer…I love you, buddy. You are the TSN (Toughness, Snarl, Nasty) King….and Piston King of all-time.
The Last Dance is a hit and has started multiple conversations across the country on the greatest era of NBA basketball.
Isiah begrudgingly listed Michael Jordan as only the fourth best player he ever played against. His list read: 1 Kareem, 2 Bird, 3 Magic, 4 Jordan and 5 Dr. J. I’ll get to that later in the week when I list my ten greatest players of all-time.
But the film is great. It was such a different time in pro sports. There wasn’t nonsense like Draymond Green and Kevin Durant scripting their next season together as they were opponents in the 2016 Western Conference Finals.
Could you possibly conceive of Michael Jordan texting Isiah Thomas during an Eastern Conference Finals with the thought Michael should join the Pistons because it would make it easier for him to win championship rings?
Never take for granted the brave men and women who’ve served our country and given all of us the privilege to be free. In this war… on our own soil never take for granted the brave people doing courageous things to save lives in the face of a horrific situation.
We’ll pass 58,000 fatalities tomorrow with somewhere near 28 million Americans displaced from their employment in the last six weeks. I could play today’s briefing from Donald Trump, but instead I think I’ll do this.
Ignore pretty much everything this dimwit suggests. Continue your social spacing, use sagacious judgment, and get thru this with your loved ones.
The Michael Jordan film gets going again tonight with episodes 3 & 4. I would guess there will be a heavy emphasis on Michael’s epic struggles with the Bad Boy Pistons.
What a great era of basketball it was. The toughness in the game which is sorely lacking in today’s game make today’s game quite frankly seem like Little League girls are playing in an Edmond rec league. Detroit literally mugged Michael every time he touched the ball. It was more like hockey than the bullshit we see today.
Can you imagine either frilly Kevin Durant or Steph Curry playing against the Pistons of the early 90’s?
OMG…not a chance. Kevie’s momma would have to walk out there on the floor and kick Bill Laimbeer’s ass for bullying her little Cupcake.
But Michael fought through it. It took him a couple of years to figure it out as Pippin elevated his game, but the Bulls finally got past the Bad Boys in the playoffs and basically never lost to them again in the Michael Jordan Era.
I have to admit…a part of me came to love Bill Laimbeer, Rick Mahorn, John Sally, and Dennis Rodman. I loved the physicality. The sheer passion of their checking game. They’re the only basketball team in history who played dump and chase with forecheck.
I loved it. It was like watching full checking ice hockey all over the ice.
If Michael touched the ball, it was simple….he was going to be hit.
It’s a shame David Stern had to close the Pistons’ mode down at some point. What a show it was.