Updated: 10/20/2005
2/7/04:
D. Lee's all-time greatest college hoop stars (*post-Pat
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12/24/03: why the red sox are still the red sox I want to start off by admitting that I have always had a soft spot for the Red Sox and their fans. I like their uniforms, I like their ballpark (in theory), and I like the fact that you can always count on them, in the end, to do their Red Sox things. As a Knicks fan, I can understand a small percentage of their pain, and I respect their stubborn refusal to give in. But this year's edition has really begun to annoy me. It started, I suppose, in the playoffs. Teams that adopt slogans are always to be detested, and "Cowboy Up" was right up there with the most loathsome slogans in sports history. Somewhere between "We Are Family" and "The Greatest Show on Turf." The shaved heads were pretty special, too. Never mind that whenever a team resorts to this kind of fraternity nonsense, there are always a couple of guys with the common sense to refuse to take part, thus branding themselves "selfish" and ruining the whole idea. But who was the last team that shaved its collective head and won a championship in a major sport? It's childish and desperate, and it always ends up making the team look less unified than if they say, just wore uniforms. The over-the-top love affair between the Sox and their fans, and even more so this year between the Sox and themselves, and the Sox fans and themselves, reached what I thought would be its peak during the ALCS with the Yanks. Never mind that the Red Sox generally acted like dicks, it was the whole Millar-Springsteen-Cowboy Up bullshit that I found most distasteful. Perhaps part of me felt threatened in a way that I never had, as if our younger brother had grown up and wasn't going to lie down and let us beat up on him anymore, but to me there was something tangibly unlikable about this Red Sox team. Luckily, with the inevitability of an episode of "Gilligan's Island," the Sox found a way to combust when it mattered most, going down in a sea of their fans' pointed fingers, discarded cowboy hats, and general disbelief. It was rich. Devastation and submission is what we expected from our fallen enemy. Wound-licking, sports-radio second guessing, and the gradual attention shift to football and the amazing Patriots. Instead we got a calm, steely resolve. Little was fired, as he had to be. The Red Sox started acting like the Yankees, aggressively pursuing any player they thought might help them win. It was really quite impressive. They were like a boxer, stumbling out of the hospital, both eyes swollen shut, demanding a rematch. Maybe these Sox were different. They managed to get Curt Schilling, after some stories surfaced in which admitted internet geek Schilling went nosing around in Red Sox chat rooms, trying to gauge if Boston was worthy of his wonderfulness. How bad do you want me? was what he wanted to know. He needs to be seen as the savior, after all. We want you so bad, Curt, came the reply from the undeodorized, strat-o-matic playing, live-with-moms on the other end. Not surprisingly, it worked. And the press made Schilling out to be a real regular guy, a down-to-earth, old-fashioned, team-first, cheap seats "Ballplayer." But Schilling is no saint for 'accepting' the 39 million dollars he's owed for three years, and he's not a saint because of the neurotic need to be wanted and loved he showed by announcing his presence on the message boards. He's the same douchebag who wore the "I survived watching Mitch pitch" shirt back in '93. But he is also a great pitcher when healthy, perhaps the piece the Sox needed to finally do it in 2004. This was disturbing news. It was followed by the signing of Foulke, which put an answer next to another key question mark, and suddenly the Boston Red Sox started to look like the favorite for World Champs 2004. But they weren't done. The Sox front office decided to make a run at 'greatest off-season in rotisserie history' by pursuing a deal that would land Alex Rodriguez and somehow manage to unload the clinically insane Manny Ramirez in the process. Where would A-Rod play, you ask, assuming that SS is reserved for Mr. Red Sox, Nomar Garciaparra. You assume wrong, friend. Talk to any Red Sox fan and they will confirm for you that the bloom of mutual love between Nomar and Boston has long since subsided into a grey and emotionless tolerance for one another. What? How could this be? Well, Nomar is from California, which really made it a doomed love, and he hasn't agreed to spend the rest of his life in Boston. More than that, I suspect, is the fact that Nomar slumped badly late last season, and the understandably greedy Sox fans want to upgrade to the best player in baseball. But they don't want to accept the guilt of dumping their old fan favorite, so they have to convince themselves that Nomar really wants to leave. Maybe he's never said it explicitly, but the fans know it -- he's got one foot out the door -- he's abandoning us. When a follow-up deal arose sending Nomar to Chicago for budding superstar and seeming non-psychopath Magglio Ordonez, the stars were aligned in a way that perhaps they hadn't been since 1918. And the fans were flocking to Nomar's place to help him spackle up any nail-holes that might cost him part of his security deposit. And, like Mrs. Howell deciding how many bags to pack for the flight back to civilization, the Red Sox and their fans started eagerly counting unhatched chickens. Seemingly unaware of Gilligan's eternal presence looming over everything, Kevin Millar went on ESPN and said they'd be better off with A-Rod than with Manny and Nomar (never mind getting Magglio, he thought they'd be better off with A-Rod alone than with their two most productive players). He might have been right, but it wasn't the brightest thing to say. The truth was, the fans were all saying the same thing: Nomar's not one of us -- he doesn't even say, "No-mah." But in the end they are fans; it's their job to be stupid. Millar's job is to be quiet and hit baseballs. In the fun and euphoria of the offseason bonanza of '03, he forgot that. Then, like a hanging curve to Bucky Dent, everything fell apart. Even though the Red Sox were so desperate in their quest that they considered paying extra money to the Rangers to take Crazy Manny, which is sort of like saying that the Rangers had underpaid for A-Rod at $250 million (after all, he's the MVP!), the players' union said, "Screw this." A-Rod wasn't getting that extra money; in fact he'd have to restructure his deal in a way that the union thought was dangerous for the future earnings of all players. This wasn't kosher. Undaunted, the Red Sox pressed on, publicly lobbying for the union to allow the deal. And that's when the "Red Sox Nation" stepped in. Thinking that they could show union lawyer Gene Orza that this deal was what the fans really wanted, they showed up en masse outside his office with picket signs and began calling his cellphone each minute. We (the fans) got Schilling, they figured, now we'll go get A-Rod. Maybe they thought he'd be amused, maybe they thought he was the representative for the baseball fans union. Maybe they just overestimated the softheartedness of your average union lawyer. But it didn't work. And it made them look like idiots. Now that the A. Rod deal is "dead" (is it really?), the Sox should be left feeling good about their team -- after all, Nomar and Manny weren't exactly the weak links on last year's squad. I think it was right to go after A-Rod, but not in the circus-like way they went about it. They put themselves out there so aggressively, they can't help feeling a little bit like failures right now. Not to mention how insulted Manny and Nomar must feel. Millar's comment in particular -- I saw Peter Gammons talking about Millar, saying he's a "good guy" and that he's already hashed it out with Nomar. And announcers have always loved "scrappy" guys like him, guys who don't shave every day and don't look great in their uniform. "You need guys like that to win," they always say. No, you need guys who smash the ball and stay out of trouble, which Millar was able to do last year. If he hits .246, his scruffiness will no longer be so endearing. He'll just be that stupid guy who popped off and got Nomah all pissed. Note how diplomatic A-Rod was throughout the whole thing -- and he was actually involved. So the Red Sox have improved their team a great deal since last season, but somehow their fans are left feeling empty as always. They should be excited -- next year might actually be...the...year. But the underdog charisma that they've always tried so hard to peddle is gone now. They've spent like the Yankees, and maybe for the first time, they'll be expected to win like the Yankees, especially with Nomar in what might be his last year with the team. If it comes down to the last inning of the last game, and you see Bob Denver swinging a bat in the on-deck circle, we'll know that things haven't changed at all. 6/26/03: More from D. Lee's vault of heartbroken Knick fan misery: TOP TEN REASONS TO HATE SCOTT LAYDEN (a copy of this was distributed to the first 50 people to arrive at the NBA draft) 10) Besides last years draft day trade of BIG MAN "Nene" Hilario (*now a Denver cornerstone) ..Layden never even worked-out Amare Stoudimire in preparation for the draft! But who wants to rebuild in NY right? I'm sure it'll take a long time for a these youngsters to make an impact. Oh wait, I forgot ...they already did!!! 9) In cowardly fashion, Layden hides behind a FDNY cap thinking it will prevent people from booing him (Hey Scott, why don't you wrap yourself in the flag while you're at it!). 8) Layden actually tries to spin that we had a GOOD year last year! Good point. Between the Frazier/Reed days and now ..it's a virtual toss up. Let's retire Travis Knight's jersey right now and reminisce about "the good old days". 7) Inexplicably, Layden signed W-spoon, Houston, Eisley, Anderson, etc. to crippling long term contracts ..without bidding against anybody!! What does it say when we have only one player under contract that teams actually ASK about (K. Thomas). Also, Cheney has gotten TWO extensions after the worst Knick years in recent memory. I haven't seen shit like this since Enron ..great job Dolan. Who needs L. Brown, Carlisle, E. Jordan, or Silas when you have a taskmaster like D. Chaney?? Imagine if you had the kind of luck at work that these guys have?? Ah, I can see the meeting with the boss now... "Boyz, productivity is down. Work performance sucks. The company is hemorrhaging money with no hope for the future ..I WANT TO GIVE YOU A RAISE!" Yay!!!! 6) Layden is ever the spin-doctor. I love the fact that he acquired CLEARLY damaged goods in A. McDyess and then claims SURPRISE when McDyess got injured ..to the same knee!!! He even had the nerve to say the injury was unrelated to the previous knee injury ..until McDyess injured the knee --again!! Now all Layden talks about is the return of McDyess. Even scarier is McDyess getting signed to a long-term contract as Layden plans. There's nothing worse than pinning your hopes on a player who's always injured. Ummm..Scott..can you say Grant Hill? 5) Layden has sent his No. 1 picks in deals for Erick Strickland, Glen Rice , Luc Longley, Travis Knight and Antonio McDyess. Knight is the only one still around who is both healthy and ready to begin the 2004 season (*he's set for a MONSTER year). People also forget how he once made a strong play for Vin Baker (imagine if that one went through. Apparently, there is a God). Scott has no clue to what makes a Knick fan tick. We love rookies! Why do you think more die-hard fans pack the NBA draft than actual Knick games?! 4) The amazing lack of contrition on Layden and Dolan's part. Besides pricing die-hard Knick fans out of the ability to see games, not ONCE have these morons admitted to making a mistake! The Knicks have one of the highest payrolls and the worst future. These hypocrites keep talking of the importance of putting the franchise first ..yet they constantly do move geared toward "quick-fix"-solutions aimed at saving their jobs. I haven't seen panic moves this blatant since Bianchi traded R. Strickland for a 38 Mo Cheeks 3) THE WHITE OBSESSION: Is Layden a closet racist?? His obsession with
white players is surreal. Here were the top 5 players on the Layden wish
list. 1) Kaman 2) Podikzine 3)Heinrik 4)Lampe 5)Collison 2) THE UTAH OBSESSION: Former Utah Jazz players Eisley and S. Anderson both were brought in at insanely overpriced long term contracts! How about bringing in Utah's Mike Doleac ..even HE knew he sucked. Then we have Layden's acquisition targets: K. Van Horn (Utah): Failed in NJ and Phil, can't play D, signed to wildly over-priced long tern contract, buckles under pressure -perfect fit for New York! S. Bradley (BYU): Do I even need bother? Hellooo ..this is New York! We like our players tough with guts! Like Oak, Starks, X-man, Mase, Spree, Artest ..oh wait, I forgot ---we took WEIS!!! Arghhh!! 1) Yanks are to Mets ~as~ Nets are to Knicks -D. Lee Editor's Note: The Knicks took Mike Sweetney with their first round pick, which left D. Lee feeling very happy. D. Lee is officially behind the pick and is a big supporter of Sweetney, who he thinks is gonna be a strong inside presence for the Knicks. From d.lee's NBA vault
Before the
Knicks decide to take loser-boy Chris Kaman (or Nick Collison) may I
present the fully compliled list of white, american-born, center
prospects selected in the NBA draft over the last 10 years.. -D. Lee |
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nba lottery thoughts from d.lee The knicks are making me vomit.
recently, layden was talking about:
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d. lee's nba top 25 5/21/03
| 1. TD 2. Shaq 3. T-mac 4. Kb 5. KG 6. Dirk 7. Kidd 8. AI 9. Cwebb 10. Paul 11. Francis 12. GP 13. B. Wallace (*honorable mention: M. Madsen) TOP FIVE TO WATCH 1. Yao 2. Stud-amare 3. Curry 4. Ginobili 5. Nene Hilario (*oh yeah ..this LeBron kid is supposed to be okay too.) |
14. J. O'Neal 15. VC 16. Allen 17. Peja 18. R. Wallace 19. Walker 20. Baron 21. Nash 22. Brand 23. Gasol 24. Starbury 25. K-mart |
larry eustachy, schmuck
Your team just lost a tough Big 12 road game. You're too scared to fly home with the team, even though you are paid a million dollars a year to do a job that requires flying. You are also in a position where you are expected to mentor young adults. You tell your young players to have a good flight, and that you'll drive back from Missouri to Iowa tomorrow. Now everybody's gone, and the night belongs to you. You head to an undergraduate house party, and you go wild 'til 5am, at which point the college kids show a protective instinct and pour you into a taxi. You wake up, a 47 year-old man with a wife and two kids, and say to yourself, "Thank goodness nobody took my picture at that party last night."
Please enjoy the pics as much as Larry the lover enjoyed the night.
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Today's Trivia: Prior to this recent two-year "shadow of himself" comeback, Michael Jordan had led the league in scoring every year he had played enough games to qualify except for one season. Who was the only other player to win an NBA scoring crown in a season in which Jordan was eligible, prior to 2001-2002? No research allowed. Please email your answer here.
4/29: Have you seen the new Nike commercial with Vince Carter and Richard Jefferson? It's highly annoying. It is just the two of them, in what looks like somebody's junior high school gym, taking turns ripping huge dunks. At the end of the commercial, they look at the backboard, where the rim has been torn almost completely down. They burst out laughing at the destruction they have caused. Apparently, multi-million dollar athletes coming into somebody's gym and tearing it apart is funny. I really don't understand the point of the commercial. It's not only offensive in that sense -- it's also shockingly lacking in any kind of inspiration. How could this concept have been approved? And shouldn't Vince Carter be a little ashamed to be pushing his image all over the place, when he's been a shocking embarrassment as a player? I know the injuries aren't his fault, but it just seems odd to see him busting these tremendous dunks when he's barely been in the lineup these last couple of years, on a team that desperately needs him.
4/17/03: NBA Playoff Predictions:
I am actually mildly excited about the NBA playoffs, mostly because stuff like below happens. It's gonna be a tight playoffs -- it's just too bad the two conferences have to play each other at the end of the whole thing. Speaking of "The Dunk"...this is the best picture I could find of the thing. Anybody got a better one? I guess it's been 10 years now since this moment, but it still stands out as one of the defining events in the history of mankind.
As I was searching for a better scan of the picture, I came across a few articles, one of which was an asshole columnist (Sean Deveney of the Sporting News) responding to a reader asking where the Starks dunk fits on the all-time dunk list. Here was the exchange: Sean, What do you think is the greatest in-game dunk ever? Everybody talks about Michael Jordan and Dr. J, but they all forget "The Dunk" that occurred in the 1993 playoffs vs. the Bulls, when John Starks came flying in and made a beautiful lefthanded dunk over Horace Grant and Jordan. Why is it that no one seems to mention that? Where would you rate this dunk on your all-time list? Stephen Codd ***Stephen: I think no one mentions it because a dunk is worth two points like any other shot, and the Knicks lost the series, so it really did not matter much. If it was the dunk that sent the Knicks to the Finals, I am sure you'd hear about it. But, in general, people don't sit around and discuss meaningless eight-year-old dunks for fun. So that's why you don't hear more about it. And I must have somehow misplaced my dunk list. I think it is right next to my list of all-time favorite Corey Haim movies. Okay, how much do I want to punch this dimwit? I admit that it's sad that we (I) still think about this dunk 10 years later, but then I think, "Are tremendous heroic acts any less heroic if the war is eventually lost?" If I run across enemy lines to rescue ten people, pull them across a river on my back, and send them home to their families, and then our whole army is bombed to death the next day, I am still a hero to somebody. The Knicks did win that game, and the next time down the court after the dunk, a practically-foaming at the mouth Starks poked the ball away from MJ and went racing after it, ending up in a headlong dive and almost saving the ball in bounds after Jordan kind of jogged after it. He made Jordan look vulnerable -- I swear there was a look in MJ's eye that said, "This guy's crazy, I want nothing to do with him." That look alone was worth something. And though the Knicks never did win it, partly due to Starks choking in Game 7 in 1994, I will always love that team, and that moment. There was like a 10 second period after it happened in which I just stood up and walked around my apartment with my hands on my head silently muttering to myself in disbelief (not unlike Thomas Hill). Great moments is sports remain great moments, and if you can't appreciate them, what's the point of watching? And why drag poor Corey Haim into this? I am someone who believes a dunk can be worth more than two points. The dunk is part of what makes basketball a beautiful game to watch, what allows players to express themselves and showcase their abilities. How can a basketball fan not care about dunks? Enough with this John Wooden bullshit. Give me some goddamn dunks. A dunk at the exact right moment can just crush a team, which is sort of what happened in that game in 1993. The Bulls saw that the Knicks meant business -- the dunk may have been the most dramatic in NBA history up to that point (although I am probably wrong about that)--it gave the Knicks a 2-0 lead in the series and gave us temporary hope that the Bulls were beatable. I admit that making lists of great dunks is dorky, but being dorky is fun. So happy birthday to The Dunk. I'll still be celebrating when you turn 21.
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Weekly Softball review Beginning in mid-April, a bunch of men between the ages of 21 and 45 gather on a downtown New York soccer field and play softball. I could lie to you and say it's a beautifully played game, and a great chance to bond with the fellas and escape from our problems. A chance to build relationships, and a reminder of what sports are all about. The truth is, nobody knows what in hell they're doing, and nobody ever goes out for a communal beer after the game. The field is so small that hitting it over the fence is an inning ending-out. About half of the innings end this way. I'm usually a little drunk when I get there, and often completely drunk by mid-game. I'm throwing the ball away, somebody's running after it, somebody's yelling at somebody. It's a hell of a lot of fun. Each week during the 2003 season, beginning in mid-April, I will post a short review of that week's game in this space. Additional commentary can be made here.
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rooting for the yankees is like rooting for u.s. steel As I make my stupid stat predictions, I can't help but feel totally unenthusiastic about the Yankees. I have been able to suppress my guilt over their ridiculous spending for the last 25 years, but the fact is they have turned the roster around so much that I am not sure I really identify with the team anymore. I guess I have been kidding myself and pretending the playing field is level and that each consecutive division title and each World Series win is some great triumph. The truth is that their dominance is something like a bunch of 16 year-olds heading over to the schoolyard and beating up on some 12 year-olds. I once worked with a guy named Leon when I was doing food service at the University of Wisconsin hospital in 1992. He hated sports and he used to say, "It's so artificial. Why should I root for a bunch of rich athletes who happen to play in my city? None of them are from here, none of them will stay here after their contracts are up. Why should I get emotionally involved with these mercenaries?" I guess the only reason is that their games are televised more than the games of the mercenaries in other cities. You watch enough games, you begin to know the personalities of the players, you share in their triumphs and their failures, and I guess it makes life a little more interesting. But when a team treats its players like interchangeable parts, it takes a little bit of the humanity out of it, and the team becomes a corporation. Maybe I'll get excited when the postseason comes around, but the regular season has really become a formality for these Yankees. It's like Spring Training. And without O'Neill, Stanton, Tino, El Duque, Cone, Mendoza, Knoblauch, Brosius and all those guys, it's hard to get emotionally involved. It's like that mid-90s Knicks team. I got so wrapped up in all the personalities, with all their faults, they really were a second family to me. And I was certainly more interested in them than in my actual family. I still love Jeter and Bernie and Rivera and Pettitte and Posada. And Torre. So I'll root for the Yankees, and I will probably watch pieces of 100 games or so, but I can't say I'll really care. |
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Jay Won't? Bird, Jordan, Duncan. Ferry, O'Bannon, Simmons. What do they all share? A large, kinda ugly piece of hardware that's sitting on their mantle, or their mom's mantle, or maybe on a stack of papers in their garage. That's right, they're all Wooden Award Winners, college heroes who carried their schools through legendary NCAA battles, won the hearts of cheerleaders, and used their accomplishments to vault into the first round of the NBA Draft. But as those six examples show, being a BMOC is not necessarily an indicator of a successful NBA career. Usually, when someone tanks, there are some warning signs about their pro potential -- look at Simmons, O'Bannon, and Shane Battier. These guys didn't surprise that many people by failing to become all-stars. Even Ferry, picked #2 in the draft in 1989, had some doubters (although it's still amazing anyone thought he was good enough to go #2...and remember, after being drafted by the Clippers, he then REFUSED TO REPORT! What a knucklehead.)
Then there is the case of last year's winner, Jason Williams. He wasn't Battier or Calbert Cheaney or Walter Berry. I never talked to anyone who thought he would be less than a major stud at the next level. My friend Danny, who is so the closest thing I know to an expert on projecting NBA careers, couldn't wait to see him tear apart the NBA. In college, he was one of the most entertaining and dominant mini-guards I can remember, in the class of Allen Iverson at Georgetown and Chris Jackson at LSU. Do you remember just how good Chris Jackson was at LSU? As a freshman, it seemed like he was scoring 40 or 50 on a regular basis. My college roommates and I would check the weekly TV listings in the Sunday paper to see if there were any LSU games on that week. Watching a little guy physically dominate a basketball game is about as entertaining a way to spend a Tuesday night as I can think of. Jason Williams was like that at Duke. As much as I hate Duke, and I really, really hate Duke, he made their games fun to watch. I hate Coach K, the "Cameron Crazies," the loose rims at their gym, their smug, prep-school, "you're gonna be working for us someday" grins. But even as I rooted for Jason Williams to lose every game I ever saw him play in college, I couldn't get enough of his game. He was explosively quick with the ball, was creative on the way to the hoop, was built like a football player, could elevate and dunk with power, and was a deadly three point shooter. So what happened? It's too early to call him a bust, but he has certainly had a tough time adjusting to the NBA. Here are his numbers at the All-Star break, followed by those of his much less heralded Duke teammate, Carlos Boozer:
Now, I know point guard is a tough position to learn, and I know this should only be his senior year, but those numbers are scary. And when I watch him play, he looks clueless. His daring drives that were so successful in college end up with him getting stripped and falling down. His risky style is not panning out against bigger, quicker guys. And he just looks tiny when he gets to the basket. I hope he figures things out, but I can easily see him getting discouraged. He has that Duke "I could break into tears at any minute" face. I mean, I've seen him cry as many times as I've seen my wife cry. And she cries every time she sees "Jerry Maguire." Those Dookies are just so sensitive. Remember Chris Collins' pouting mug? Remember Thomas Hill's pathetic, hands behind the head, full-infant sob after Laettner hit the shot against Kentucky? I don't mind guys who are in touch with their feelings, but that pose and him mouthing the words "Oh My God" through buckets of tears was really unsettling (and completely hilarious). Come to think of it, "Crying Thomas Hill" would have been a great Halloween costume that year. Or maybe this year. Williams changing his name also seems a bit strange. I mean, I can
understand him wanting to distance himself from the two douchebag Ja(y)son
Williamses, but it sort of had that "Jordan wearing #45" feeling about it.
Ever since he became Jay Williams, he started to suck. I guess it's worked
for some people (World B. Free comes to mind), but there are plenty of others whose
careers started to fall apart after a name change (Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf,
I hope things turn around for him, but what a shocking disappointment he's been so far. At least his shoe deals still seem solid, which I guess is the real barometer for an NBA player's success. Most irritating Duke players of all time, based on my feelings for them at the time they played at Duke (some of them I ceased hating after the fact): 1. Chris Collins 2. Christian Laettner 3. Marty Clark 4. "Wojo" 5. Brian Davis 6. Bobby Hurley 7. Thomas Hill 8. Jeff Capel 9. Chris Duhon 10. Nick Horvath
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Top 30 NBA Players 3/7/03 1. Shaquille O'Neal 2. Kobe Bryant 3. Tim Duncan 4. Tracy McGrady 5. Kevin Garnett 6. Jason Kidd 7. Dirk Nowitski 8. Allen Iverson 9. Chris Webber* 10. Paul Pierce 11. Steve Francis 12. Gary Payton 13. Vince Carter 14. Jermaine O'Neal 15. Rasheed Wallace 16. Karl Malone 17. Shawn Marion 18. Peja Stojakovic 19. Antoine Walker* 20. Stephon Marbury 21. Mike Bibby 22. Elton Brand 23. Ray Allen 24. Michael Finley 25. Jamal Mashburn 26. Steve Nash 27. Michael Jordan 28. Baron Davis* 29. Sam Cassell 30. Jalen Rose * denotes bonehead
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Americans who remember Steve Kemp: