Since we spoke last, your Chicago Bulls swiftly cracked Pat Riley over his Armani wearing duds with the handle of a
broomstick. This series went by so quickly that all has been forgotten because of what this has resulted in. An
epic series.
My main man Chuck Dickens said it best when this statement was made regarding the French term deja vu: "We have all some experience of a feeling, that comes over us occasionally, of what we are saying and doing having been said and done before, in a remote time – of our having been surrounded, dim ages ago, by the
same faces, objects, and circumstances – of our knowing perfectly what will be said next, as if we suddenly remember it." Dickens is showing his
geniusness today, not only for creating a rule that forces golfers to pull down their pants and run around the tee box if they can't hit a drive past the ladies marker, but for predicting these events that seem to have already happened: Bulls vs. Pistons in the NBA playoffs, again.
Same Faces:
This category seems to fit, almost 20 years later we have the usual suspects.
John Paxson vs Joe Dumars: Back in the late 80's and early 90's, these two GM's of the Bulls and the Pistons respectively were key contributors to the success of their former teams. Johnny Pax by then had gotten rid of the mustache, freeing up room to shoot deadly j's and Joe Dumars was the key to the "Jordan Rules" defensive playbook to slow down
Dorf on Golf. All week you will hear of the two's squeaky clean image, classy business ethics, and
impeccable character, so bring the barf bag to each periodical visit, because it gets nauseating.
Edge: I don't care for people from
Shreveport, Louisiana so I'll take the guy who proudly sported Andres Nocioni's jersey for 9 years: Johnny Pax. Oh yeah, and
Red is still manning the airwaves.
Same Objects:
In between playing a
Sleestack in the TV series "Land of the Lost" and coaching the WNBA's Detroit Shock,
Bill Laimbeer was a leader on the despised Bad Boy version of the Detroit Pistons (Yeah, I know. Who knew that large green humanoids could play hoops). While frequently throwing his body around the court he would constantly break or hurt his facial area, making him wear a
clear mask on his face that would make bukaki blush. Twenty years later, Pistons guard Rip Hamilton has been wearing the
same mask since the 2003-2004 playoffs and continues to wear it for good luck. He is so enamored with this mask that he got into a
confrontation with Tyrus Thomas during the regular season for wearing a similar mask months before. Not very smart by Rip, it's hard to believe that players aren't out there trying to attack that pretty little protected nose.
Edge: Not sure why there is an edge-o-meter here but it goes to the Bulls anyhow.
Same Circumstances:
This category goes unsaid, it's win or go home basketball, it's the
Motor City vs the Second City, and it's old rivalries. An aging former champion Detroit Piston team versus a young, up and coming Bulls team. The Bulls have Skiles on their side and with him they are unstoppable.
From the Heat to the Pistons, like deja vu it's all over, again.
Edge: Bulls in 7
In between playing a Sleestack in the TV series "Land of the Lost" and coaching the WNBA's Detroit Shock, Bill Laimbeer was a leader on the despised Bad Boy version of the Detroit Pistons (Yeah, I know. Who knew that large green humanoids could play hoops). While frequently throwing his body around the court he would constantly break or hurt his facial area, making him wear a clear mask on his face that would make bukaki blush. Twenty years later, Pistons guard Rip Hamilton has been wearing the same mask since the 2003-2004 playoffs and continues to wear it for good luck. He is so enamored with this mask that he got into a confrontation with Tyrus Thomas during the regular season for wearing a similar mask months before. Not very smart by Rip, it's hard to believe that players aren't out there trying to attack that pretty little protected nose. 
The baseball world reacted to the death of Josh Hancock in different ways. Some (the wine chugging hypocrite) threatened to swing their fungo bats at any reporter who dared to try and figure out what actually happened. Others (ESPN douchebags) tried to tell us that we had lost part of the fabric of baseball. Cardinals fans most likely honored him by guzzling a bucket of moonshine and getting a No. 32 tattoed on their chest. The sad part is, the Cards fan had the most reasonable reaction of the three.
