Hickory Pacers?


When you think of Indiana basketball you probably think of two things: “Hoosiers” and Larry Bird.

The Indiana Pacers have put these two ideas together in a marketing ploy sure to make every middle-aged white man in the state of Indiana cry tears of joy while simultaneously yelling “RUN THE PICKET FENCE!”.

To answer your pending questions, YES that’s the Hickory High School uniform from “Hoosiers”, and YES it appears that George Hill’s head-forest is doing it’s best Sisqo impression.


The Pacers will wear these special throwback uni’s this upcoming season on several, yet to be announced, “special occasions”.  A simple and effective marketing ploy to attract more white people to Pacer games I suppose.  Maybe they can get a guest appearance from Gene Hackman or the guy who played “Jimmy Chitwood” too, I’m sure they’re both available.

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Happy Birthday Michael Jordan

Today the greatest basketball player EVER turns 52, and I officially feel old.

Like most kids that grew up in the 80s and 90s, His Airness was my idol.  EVERY kid wanted to be him, every kid pretended they WERE HIM when they got on the blacktop at their school’s recess or in the driveway.

I remember sticking out my tongue as I drove the lane on my driveway hoop, catching god-knows-what in my mouth as I attempted a ridiculous, spinning, dipsy-do, reverse layup between my best buddies’ outstretched arms all while yelling out “Jordan” when I took the shot.  Most of the time I missed, but that wasn’t the point.

Jordan created COOL when he got in the league, he WAS the closest physical representation of Miles Davis’ BIRTH OF COOL album; calm, cool, melodic and aggressive at the same time and undeniably brilliant.

This dude wore GOLD CHAINS in the dunk contest his rookie year, JUST CAUSE HE COULD.


MJ walked cool, talked cool, jumped cool, and the way he effortlessly flew through the air like an F-16 was truly a vision of beauty.


Jordan was so good and so popular that kids in driveways in my neighborhood made a rule that “no one can be MJ” when we played basketball.  I’m not talking about in the form of video games, I’m talking about in REAL LIFE when we played pick-up in the driveway, NO ONE was allowed to pretend to be MJ, out of fear that somehow just by saying his name like the “Candyman”, your game would be elevated instantly and no one would be able to guard you.


There will never be another like him, he transcended sports to a level that will NEVER be seen again.

Happy birthday to my favorite player of all time, Michael “Air” Jordan, forever Chicago Bulls #23 will be hanging in the rafters in my head and my heart.

MJ Transcending Sports Culture:

MJ’s Top Dunks of All-Time:

MJ’s Top Ten Plays/Performances of All-Time:

Here’s a quick picture gallery of MJ throughout the years just to get you through the day:

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The Greatest Game You Never Saw

The greatest/closest thing to a real-life video game I’ve ever seen in my life was the 1992 Olympic “Dream Team”.  The best team that has EVER been assembled across the board, top to bottom, inside and out.  There has never been a better team in any sport.  There has never been anything like it on earth since.

Just to refresh:

1)  The US team won by an average margin of 43 points per game on it’s way to the Gold Medal.

2)  The players signed autographs for the opposing teams before, after and even during the games.

3)  This roster was so good……..HOW GOOD WAS IT??

This roster was so good, that the 2-time college player of the year (Christian Laettner) was the worst player on the team and barely saw the floor (take that Dukies).

1992-NBA-Dream-Team 4)  Charles Barkley kicked a guy in the chest after he dunked on him.

The Dream Team was basketball played at it’s highest possible level, combining the greatest athletes in the world with the greatest coaches in the world.  The other countries didn’t stand a chance.  I watched every minute of the 1992 Olympic basketball games, but I missed the best game ever played:



written by: Casey S. Gutting