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The one and only "Sign Man" has a message for the NBA:
http://www.nypost.com/p/blogs/knicks...WlPQR9f5Ac7a2N
The one and only "Sign Man" has a message for the NBA:
http://www.nypost.com/p/blogs/knicks...WlPQR9f5Ac7a2N
Dear NBA Players:
You ought to be ashamed. I have been an NBA fan since before all of you were born, and I will be an NBA fan long after you have all retired.
I started as a Knicks fan, attending games at the OLD Madison Square Garden on 49th St. at a cost of 50¢ (with the help of my school "G.O. card). I suffered through the bricks of Jumpin’ Johnny Green and the chucks of "Butch Komives".
On the other hand, watching the gracefulness of a Bob Petit hook shot when the St. Louis Hawks came to town, or the flick of the wrist of Oscar Robertson’s fadeaway baseline jumper which touched nothing but net when the Cincinnati Royals were playing brought me back for more.
I had the opportunity to meet Walt Bellamy in the bowels of the Garden when the Chicago Packers made their New York appearance and was told of the heroics of NYU’s own Dolph Schayes by my father, an NYU grad, when the Syracuse Nationals were the Knicks' opponent.
I even had the privilege of playing at halftime of a Knicks-Sixers game in 1966, heaving a shot from the top of the key that swished through the cords and brought cheers from the crowd of over 19,000 (I was 13 at the time).That 1966 Philadelphia 76er team with Wilt Chamberlain and Chet Walker was probably one of the best teams ever!
But I digress. My great memories of the NBA are not of slam dunks and 5-carat diamond earrings and "look at me" as I pull my jersey after jamming the ball on a fast break. They are of Bob Cousy making behind-the-back passes to open teammates for a layup, of Bill Russell blocking a shot, not into the stands, but to a fellow Celtic who would start a fastbreak for an easy basket at the other end of the court. It is "Havlicek stealing the ball", Willis Reed hobbling out of the tunnel to inspire the Knicks to their championship. (I hear the tunnel no longer exists after the transformation). It is Larry Bird and Dominique Wilkins matching shots in the fourth quarter, one outdoing the other. It is Bill Walton leading the Trail Blazers, Michael Jordan hitting the jump shot over Craig Ehlo to beat the Cavaliers. Everyone remembers Reggie Miller’s three point barrage in the final 12 seconds against the Knicks and his go ahead three-pointer against Michael Jordan’s Bulls in Game 4 of the 96’ playoffs, but I remember Jordan’s last second shot in that same game that banked off the glass and rolled around the rim before falling harmlessly off, allowing the Pacers to go back to Chicago tied 2-2.
I started watching NBA games in the 60’s on tape delays on WOR in New York. My dad would come in at 11 P.M. to turn off the TV and tell me what I already had guessed: "The Knicks lost!" I stayed up in the late 70’s to watch the NBA FINALS on tape delay at 11:30 PM. (yes the NBA Finals were not yet suited for prime-time TV).
I have watched the league grow in leaps and bounds, under the guidance of the commissioner and its owners. The days of the Red Auerbach who not only coached but was GM, traveling secretary, part-time laundry man and PR director are long gone. The league has employed thousands of people and enabled thousands more to work in arenas and the satellite businesses (garages, bars, restaurants) that thrive off the events that take place in these venues.
The average American worker is trying to make ends meet and you have the audacity to complain that your already overblown wages are being reduced by 10% is absurd. Instead of making 5 million you’re only going to get 4.5! Are you serious? Your greed is selfish and unconscionable. The NBA and its fans were here long before you were born and will be here long after you retire. I may miss the excitement of attending a game, of hearing the squeak of sneakers against the parquet floor or the shrill of the referee’s whistle, but I will get by. Unlike the thousands of American workers that you have essentially laid off, I have a job that doesn’t depend on you or the league. You ought to be ashamed.
Sincerely,
Matt Asen a.k.a. The Pacer Guy, The Sign Man.
You ought to be ashamed. I have been an NBA fan since before all of you were born, and I will be an NBA fan long after you have all retired.
I started as a Knicks fan, attending games at the OLD Madison Square Garden on 49th St. at a cost of 50¢ (with the help of my school "G.O. card). I suffered through the bricks of Jumpin’ Johnny Green and the chucks of "Butch Komives".
On the other hand, watching the gracefulness of a Bob Petit hook shot when the St. Louis Hawks came to town, or the flick of the wrist of Oscar Robertson’s fadeaway baseline jumper which touched nothing but net when the Cincinnati Royals were playing brought me back for more.
I had the opportunity to meet Walt Bellamy in the bowels of the Garden when the Chicago Packers made their New York appearance and was told of the heroics of NYU’s own Dolph Schayes by my father, an NYU grad, when the Syracuse Nationals were the Knicks' opponent.
I even had the privilege of playing at halftime of a Knicks-Sixers game in 1966, heaving a shot from the top of the key that swished through the cords and brought cheers from the crowd of over 19,000 (I was 13 at the time).That 1966 Philadelphia 76er team with Wilt Chamberlain and Chet Walker was probably one of the best teams ever!
But I digress. My great memories of the NBA are not of slam dunks and 5-carat diamond earrings and "look at me" as I pull my jersey after jamming the ball on a fast break. They are of Bob Cousy making behind-the-back passes to open teammates for a layup, of Bill Russell blocking a shot, not into the stands, but to a fellow Celtic who would start a fastbreak for an easy basket at the other end of the court. It is "Havlicek stealing the ball", Willis Reed hobbling out of the tunnel to inspire the Knicks to their championship. (I hear the tunnel no longer exists after the transformation). It is Larry Bird and Dominique Wilkins matching shots in the fourth quarter, one outdoing the other. It is Bill Walton leading the Trail Blazers, Michael Jordan hitting the jump shot over Craig Ehlo to beat the Cavaliers. Everyone remembers Reggie Miller’s three point barrage in the final 12 seconds against the Knicks and his go ahead three-pointer against Michael Jordan’s Bulls in Game 4 of the 96’ playoffs, but I remember Jordan’s last second shot in that same game that banked off the glass and rolled around the rim before falling harmlessly off, allowing the Pacers to go back to Chicago tied 2-2.
I started watching NBA games in the 60’s on tape delays on WOR in New York. My dad would come in at 11 P.M. to turn off the TV and tell me what I already had guessed: "The Knicks lost!" I stayed up in the late 70’s to watch the NBA FINALS on tape delay at 11:30 PM. (yes the NBA Finals were not yet suited for prime-time TV).
I have watched the league grow in leaps and bounds, under the guidance of the commissioner and its owners. The days of the Red Auerbach who not only coached but was GM, traveling secretary, part-time laundry man and PR director are long gone. The league has employed thousands of people and enabled thousands more to work in arenas and the satellite businesses (garages, bars, restaurants) that thrive off the events that take place in these venues.
The average American worker is trying to make ends meet and you have the audacity to complain that your already overblown wages are being reduced by 10% is absurd. Instead of making 5 million you’re only going to get 4.5! Are you serious? Your greed is selfish and unconscionable. The NBA and its fans were here long before you were born and will be here long after you retire. I may miss the excitement of attending a game, of hearing the squeak of sneakers against the parquet floor or the shrill of the referee’s whistle, but I will get by. Unlike the thousands of American workers that you have essentially laid off, I have a job that doesn’t depend on you or the league. You ought to be ashamed.
Sincerely,
Matt Asen a.k.a. The Pacer Guy, The Sign Man.
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