Last night I was having some serious writer’s block. So to try to stir the creative juices, I started doodling with my pen on some notecards I had lying around. I don’t usually post on the weekends, but I thought something as simple and that didn’t require any thought would be a fun post for the weekend. Interspersed with my insomnia-fueled doodles are drawings I do in my spare time, which I post every weekday on NBAillustrations.tumblr.com.
Shawn Kemp! Note the Reebok Kamikazes on his feet!
Another one of Shawn Kemp. This time, he teabags Dennis Rodman on a dunk in the 1996 NBA Finals
Shaun Livingston, ain't he thin and lanky?
Gerald Wallace (excuse the scratched out mistake area)
Patty Mills and his fashionable Three Goggles
Well, I hope you enjoyed these drawings, some crude and others on which I spent a good bit of time. If you liked ‘em, there will be more at the site I mentioned in the opening paragraph, and I’ll also post some here every week. Enjoy the weekend and the Super Bowl, Stacheketeers!
Cardboard Gerald is the Baby Spice of the Stacheketball writing staff and the resident Bobcats fan. You don’t need to feel sorry for him, but you can follow him on Twitter, if you’d like (@CardboardGerald).
This day in 2003 was a mixed bag for me. Coming off their third straight championship, the Los Angeles Lakers did not get off the starting line well, finding themselves under .500 (14-20) in early January 2003. On this night, they hosted the Seattle Sonics (16-16). Lakers fans were irritated and somewhat concerned at their level of play, but as the three-time defending champions, how much should we really complain? We expected them to right the ship in time for the playoffs, and all would be well.
This matchup quelled the concern for one night, as they knocked off the Sonics, 119-98. It was this night on which Kobe Bryant set the NBA records for threes made in a game (12, later matched by Donyell Marshall). His 12-18 shooting beyond the arc will always be etched in my memory, as I’ll never forget receiving the text alert stating that Kobe had broken the record. My dad and I were at the vet, waiting to hear what was wrong with my dog, Max. Getting the text at that time, with the win and the personal record, barely registered on the radar at that moment. The vet didn’t return with the best of news, and it was only 11 days later that I found myself without Max in my life.
Erroll specializes on This Day In NBA History for Stacheketball. You can follow him on Twitter: @EAbra.