Behind the Brow: A Look at What Makes Anthony Davis So Special

Kentucky freshman phenom Anthony Davis doesn’t quite look like your typical basketball superstar. To be honest, he looks a lot more like a muppet (think Kermit meets Statler), a Cyclops with two eyes, a basketball mutant McPoyle twin (Davis even has his own twin sister named Antoinette), Bert from Sesame Street, Frida Kahlo, a Pompeiian lady, Maggie Simpson’s rival Gerald Samson, Squilliam Fancyson, or a young George Bush.

And that’s not to say that all people with unibrows look alike. But there definitely is something about the select few who allow the monobrow to materialize on their forehead that makes it difficult for the masses to notice the rest of their identity. In the case of 6’10 PF/C Anthony Davis, this unibrow effect has blocked the public from fully appreciating what a unique and remarkable talent Davis is. The truth is, Anthony Davis really needs and deserves more buzz (pun intended).

It’s perhaps best to view Davis first from a statistical standpoint to see just how rare of a player he is. He shoots over 63% from the field, 71% from the line, commits less than one turnover per game, grabs double digit rebounds, gets 1.3 steals per game, leads the NCAA in dunks, and has set an SEC record by blocking just under 5 shots per game.

He is a model of efficiency on both ends of the floor. On Kentucky’s offense, he is only the 5^th most used player and doesn’t need to control possessions to have an impact  (I'm looking at you Crapmelo Anthony). On defense, he averages less than two fouls per game, displaying an astounding discipline and technique with his shot blocking, seldom falling for shot fakes and avoiding contact by attacking the ball after it has left the shooter’s hands.

Davis’s bilateral versatility is another hallmark of his well-rounded game. There’s a good chance you’ve heard the story about how Anthony Davis was an unrecruited 6’2 guard known for his outside shooting as a sophomore, then magically grew 8 inches by the end of his senior year without losing hardly any of his coordination or guard skills. Davis has the ability to bring the ball up the floor and hit the midrange jumper with consistency on offense, and his combination of length and quickness makes him a lethal perimeter defender as well as one of the best interior shot blockers in recent memory. His shot blocking skill is remarkable not just because he is so good at staying out of foul trouble, but also because he blocks shots all over the floor, not just inside.

Analysts are throwing a bunch of names out there to try to grasp exactly what kind of player Anthony Davis is by making comparisons to some of the greatest big men of our era.

Davis’s humble, collected demeanor on the floor and excellence on both sides of the ball remind some of Tim Duncan. Perhaps the best indicator of Davis’s uncommon humility is his infamous brow, which signifies a lack of personal adornment and superficial obsession that has to be viewed as utterly refreshing in the context of the modern image-obsessed athlete (I’m looking at you LeBron). Timmy D is a fair comparison, and after all, in a few months, Davis will join Duncan and Kenyon Martin as the only players in basketball history to win both the awards for NCAA Player of the Year and Defensive Player of the Year and then be drafted first overall to the NBA. For someone who just turned 19 this March and has been in the spotlight for such a short time, it’s nothing short of extraordinary that Davis has carried himself so well.

Others point to Kevin Garnett as a potential comparison, as both he and Davis possess an intense defensive ferocity, a long, lanky frame, impressive midrange jumpshots for players their size, and the ability to bring the ball up the court like a guard. Davis brought the ball up the court for his high school team, and while his jumper still definitely could use some work (his outside shooting percentages, especially from 3 point range, are somewhat subpar), he has a fluid shooting motion and should only get more consistent as he matures and grows into his body.

Others still point to Davis’s personal favorite basketball player whom he idolizes, Kevin Durant, as a comparison. Once Anthony Davis wins the player of the year award, he will join Durant as the only other freshman to be honored with the Naismith trophy. Durant stands 6’9 with a 7’5 wingspan, and Davis is 6’10 with a 7’4 wingspan, and both are noticeably thin compared to their fellow players, as Davis only weighs 220 pounds and Durant had to do some considerable bulking up in the NBA just to reach 235. However, Durant is a cold blooded scorer who could win more scoring titles than Jordan by the time he’s retired, and Davis is not an elite scorer (yet) by any stretch of the imagination, only scoring more than 20 points seven times in 38 games this year.

Another tendency among experts is to compare Anthony Davis to Calipari’s last gifted big man, Marcus Camby, whom he coached at UMass in the 1990s. The similarities between Camby and Anthony Davis do seem uncanny: Both were underappreciated 6’2 guards after their sophomore year who grew 8 inches by the time they reached college, both became dominant shot blockers and defenders, and both were coached by Calipari in college as well. Calipari acknowledges their similarities, though he has stated that Anthony is a more developed athlete at this stage in his playing career. When Calipari started recruiting Davis, he called Camby to tell him he found another version of him, except this one had a jumpshot.

Many people tend to think of this Camby comparison as a sort of insult on Davis’s potential and use it to diminish Davis’s prospects as a potential superstar, since Marcus Camby’s name doesn’t have the same ring as KG, Duncan, or Durant. But this comparison is indeed a flattering one.

Camby was the 2^nd overall pick in arguably the greatest draft class ever in 1996 (featuring Allen Iverson, Ray Allen, Kobe Bryant, and Steve Nash, among others), and was an absolutely dominant force in college. If you’re into watching classic games and are as excited as I am for this Saturday’s Calipari-Pitino showdown in the Final Four, you should check out footage of one of the last times the two coaches faced off back in 1995, which is available to watch on YouTube here.

In this game, Camby singlehandedly managed to lead Calipari’s UMass team to a victory against a Kentucky team considered to be one of the greatest college basketball squads of all time, handing them one of only two losses on the year. Camby’s UMass squad was the only team that got within 7 points of Kentucky the entire tournament later in the Final Four that year on Kentucky's stampede through the NCAA tournament.This team, known as “The Untouchables” was coached by Rick Pitino and featured a staggering 9 future NBA players including Tony Delk, Antoine Walker, Ron Mercer, Walter McCarty, Nazr Mohammed, and Kenny Anderson.

Even though he’s never been an All Star and never will be one, Camby is a former defensive MVP, 4-time All-Defense selection, and a 4-time NBA shot blocking leader whose career can hardly be considered a failure. He even added to his legacy of underrated awesomeness just recently with this crazy full court shot.

All these comparisons have their merits, but I’m willing to go a step further back in history to find a potential counterpart for Anthony Davis. Davis’s long, thin frame, team-first attitude, and remarkable shot blocking ability for me bring to mind none other than the inimitable Bill Russell. Both were notable for their deceptively long wingspans, super-human timing and quick-twitch jumping ability, as well as thier willingness to subjugate themselves on offense for the sake of their team. Surround Anthony Davis with a lineup full of Hall of Famers like Russell had and I bet he could win a ton of championships as well.

For now though, Anthony Davis is still just another 19 year old kid. Based on how well he has already managed his meteoric rise to fame, all basketball fans should be thrilled to see how this once in a generation talent will bloom as he's introduced to a whole new world in the NBA. Doubters will always be there, questioning his ability to compete with stronger players at the next level, develop a one-on-one offensive game, and shave that hideous forehead fur. But for now, Davis will just continue to be the humble kid who relishes the ability he now has to block other players' shots after years of getting his own shots swatted into the stands, the brave kid who isn't afraid to be himself and knows how to play within himself, which is ultimately all you can hope for in a young basketball player with his kind of talent.

Top 9 Possible Reasons Why the New York Jets Would Want Tim Tebow

There are a lot of questions in New York surrounding the Jets’ recent move to get Tim Tebow, and rightfully so. The Jets are a team that has gotten to the AFC conference championship in 2 of the last 3 seasons with Mark Sanchez at QB (in just his his first and second seasons). Until last year, where they missed the playoffs and went 8-8, the Jets were perennial Super Bowl contenders. And Mark Sanchez just signed a 3-year $40 million extension with the team, basically proving that they wanted to give him an extended chance.

But Sanchez regressed last year in his 3^rd season following a fairly successful sophomore year (only 13 interceptions, Jets 11-5). Even though he just signed this $40 million extension (which is truly puzzling), every year he has been a starter in the NFL, he has been in the bottom third of the league in passing, throwing for less than 7 yards per attempt, with completion percentages eerily similar to those of the infamously armed ex-Bronco QB. Tebow actually has a higher career yards per attempt than Sanchez as well (6.8 to 6.5).

Now, instead of fully solving their QB situation by going for Manning (a bit more on that later), the Jets’ QB issues go from an already muddled situation with Sanchez's constant drama and confidence issues to a full on showcase with two equivalently mediocre passers vying for supremacy. Here are some of the potential reasons why the Jets simply couldn’t resist the chance to make the Mile High Messiah become the Messiah of Metlife, and to ruin life for Sanchez.

9. Tebow Jersey Sales will become an instant hit in New York. Green and white Tebow jersey ads already headline every page on NFL.com. Tebow will also probably increase the jersey sales of all Tebow’s star Jets teammates like Darrelle Revis and D’Brickishaw Ferguson (D’Brickishaw jersey sales would skyrocket if they were granted an exceptional first name status. Come on Jets' marketers!).

8. Rex Ryan wants Tebow on his Madden team for when he plays against his Jeff Bridges fused identical twin brother, Rob Ryan. Rex might have had his fragile patience shattered after watching the Ravens defense pick off Mark Sanchez 114 times over the last three years of playing the game.

7. Rex Ryan couldn’t handle his frequent flashbacks he had been experiencing since Tebow’s 20 yard game winning last minute run against the Jets last November (the other Denver score came off a Mark Sanchez throw). This game was just the example Jets' management needed to see that a Tebow led offense could outdo a Mark Sanchez led offense, especially when Sanchez throws costly pick 6's at the end of games.

6. The Jets wanted to steal attention from the Giants. The Jets must be annoyed because, all of a sudden, everyone in New York is for some reason making a big deal out of the Giants after they won two Super Bowls in five years in miraculous fashion. The Jets, and Rex Ryan in particular, have a recent tradition of making wanna-be Namath Super Bowl predictions just to get attention. Acquiring Tebow is a much less humiliating way of getting everyone’s attention after ending up losing each of the last few years and looking like fools making empty promises.

5. Media coverage revenues will shoot up for the Jets by the mere presence of Tebow. He will become must see TV and will get national coverage every week when he starts, and even Tebow on the bench or in situational settings makes for a story that people want to see.

4. The Jets simply liked the value trade of a 1^st round pick for a 4^th round pick and a 6^th round pick. New York could have just gone for the fact that Tebow is a still a former 1^st round pick with a successful season under his belt, going for a 4^th and a 6^th round pick. Just last year, Carson Palmer, another former first round pick who is older and probably has less starting years ahead of him than Tebow, attracted a 1st and 2nd round pick from the Raiders. Based on value, even if he does make Mark Sanchez feel a bit queasy in close games to start out the season, Tebow's an insane value pickup and without a doubt a worthwhile addition to the team in specialty situations.

3. Tebow can save the Jets’ rushing attack, which only averaged 3.8 yards per carry last season and was outrushed by its opponents. The Broncos led the NFL with 4.8 yards per carry last year, and there’s no reason to think the Jets won’t be able to do the same this year with Tebow. Although Willis McGahee was underratedly amazing last season for the Broncos, the combination of Shonn Greene, Ladainian Tomlinson, and Joe McKnight will provide much more for Tebow than what Denver had to offer at the running back position from a talent perspective. Rex Ryan has always fantasized about a ground and pound attack, but Shonn Greene and LT haven’t seemed up to the task in recent years. Now, the Jets have a number of serious rushing threats, especially if Joe McKnight can take another step forward this season. Tebow is sure to become quick friends with all the Jets’ running backs, as he’ll open up all sorts of new lanes as a double threat to run the ball.

2. Reality TV show opportunities. Hard Knocks would become must see TV if it chooses to cover the Jets and gets to follow two quarterbacks who are glamour hogs: Mark Sanchez by artificial design, and Tim Tebow by sheer force of character Words like ‘soap opera,’ ‘drama,’ and ‘media circus’ are already being used to describe the two QBs' relationship, but when you throw in other supporting characters like Rex Ryan, Santonio Holmes, Ladainian Tomlinson and Antonio Cromartie, this has an entertainment potential far beyond Hard Knocks. We’re talking about prime time TV potentially. The show will really take off once Tebow begins to win the heart of Mark Sanchez’s girlfriend, SI swimsuit cover model Kate Upton, converts her to Christianity, and proceeds to be too holy and too faithful a teammate to go through with any of her frequent attempts to get in bed with him.

1. New York wanted to be the media center of Tebowmania. After what was essentially a day of testing how excited New York fans would be about Tim Tebow, the buzz his move created and the support given by the local media proved that it was clear that it was easily worth it for the Jets to spend the extra $5 million to buy out Tebow’s contract. At Denver’s asking price, it was easily worth it economically for the team in the biggest media market in sports.

  

What will actually happen with Tebow on the Jets

Tebow will absolutely eat up Mark Sanchez.

Sanchez is delicate enough as it is, and he doesn’t exactly exemplify the Rex Ryan demeanor. Rex Ryan is a 300 pound human volcano and Sanchez is a pretty boy, wannabe Mexican David Hasselhoff pretty boy. Tebow is the type of player who absolutely will get along with Rex, with his combination of modesty and leadership that makes him one of the biggest coach’s pets in the NFL. And did I mention that Mark Sanchez is an annoying pretty boy? People are mentioning Tebow as a situational goal line guy or a situational wildcat specialist. The Jets do have new offensive coordinator Tony Sparano, who was part of bringing the wildcat to the NFL in 2009, but Tebow’s usefulness in this offense is likely to expand past situtational wildcat duties.

This is a job Tebow will win. Mark Sanchez has no significant statistical passing advantage over Tebow for his career, and you could definitely argue that Plaxico Burress and Santonio Holmes provide much more talent and experience at wide receiver than DeMaryius Thomas and Eric Decker, even though they both had their moments last year. There were already anonymous requests from some of the Jets’ players to get Peyton Manning to replace Mark Sanchez, and this small din from within will only expand as Tebowmania begins to infect the entire locker room.

The Tebowmania epidemic proved fatal for Denver, as the Mile High Messiah’s popularity actually proved to be too intense after Tebow’s miraculous last season. Tebow's media buzz would have actually made the team worse. There was no way it could be quieted now, even if Peyton Manning manages to play as amazingly as, well, Peyton Manning for the Broncos. It is true that Tebow could have potentially been a diligent pupil to Peyton, and he probably would develop into a significantly better quarterback after a season or two on the bench learning from Manning, who said he’d be a willing teammate. But no matter how positive an internal locker influence Tim Tebow would have been inDenver, the media would have cancelled out his positives and made him a detriment to the team and Manning.

The roaring force of this epidemic eventually made Denver give up its most hyped player since Elway, but they deserved a much better price. From an economic standpoint, there are honestly few players as valuable as Tim Tebow, and for me it makes sense to have that be valued heavily in a deal. Tebow would have been worth a number of top draft picks, and probably players too, if GMs were actually factoring in the enormous economic benefits of having Tebow.

Once Tim Tebow gets the starting job, and it will happen, just as soon as the Jets start 1-3 or Sanchez throws multiple picks in the game, don’t count out what he can do. There’s still a long time until the NFL season starts, and the on-field success of this trade will depend upon how Tony Sparano and the offensive coaching staff use this time to create an offense where Tebow can thrive.

The Jets are a better team defensively than the Broncos, and their offensive support players are also stronger. There’s no reason to think Tebow’s on-field success should be diminished now that his team situation has improved. How Tebow embraces the New York media will be another question, but he succeeded last year handling his enormous fame in Denver, and he appears to be completely media savvy. I’m mostly worried about all the scrutiny that will be on his private life in the busy New York metropolis, which will be full of distractions from a celebrity life much more extensive than what Tebow is used to from Florida and Denver.

But I trust in Tebow to handle all that, and quickly win over his teammates in the locker room. What he will be able to do on the field is still up for grabs, but if last year taught us anything, it was that everything was possible with Tim Tebow at quarterback. The Jets may have just won the lottery by merely putting up two mid-late draft picks to secure a potential starting QB, and Tebow might prove to be the savior that makes the Jets offense viable enough to make them a Super Bowl team that no longer has to be stuck in the shadow of Eli Manning and their crosstown brethren.

Coping with Linsanity

4 Lins, 0 Losses. That’s the New York Knicks’ record after inserting Mr. Lincredible, 6’3 Harvard grad Jeremy Lin, into their lineup. If you had somehow avoided the Linsanity before last night, you couldn’t have possibly avoided the media earthquake that ensued following the point guard himself into the record books last night with his 38 point outburst in the Knicks’ victory over the Lakers.

Before the main stream media Linfestation after Lin shut up Kobe, the impressive Lin stat I was going to give you was that he’s the first player since LeBron James in 2003 to average 20+ points and 8+ assists in his first two NBA starts. Now, that stat is that no player in the NBA has scored more points in his first three starts since the NBA/ABA merger. Let’s rewind a bit though, before Lin had outdueled and upstaged Kobe, passed MJ, LeBron, Shaq, and everyone else in the modern NBA in terms of a scoring start to career, and had completed the fast path to icon status in only a week.

The Lincredible Journey to Stardom

It’s an understatement to say that Jeremy Lin doesn’t have the classic formula for a basketball upbringing. Lin was born the son of two 5’6 Taiwanese immigrants and raised in the fairly wealthy suburb of Palo Alto, CA just across the street from Stanford. Sounds like possibly the right upbringing environment for a nuclear physicist or Google executive, but certainly not the best fit for basketball success.

The Harvard Hurricane’s Linspirational story is the complete opposite of that of the last Asian player to have a serious impact in the NBA, Yao Ming. In case you were unaware, Yao Ming is the closest thing to an engineered basketball superstar that the Chinese could conjure up. He was twice the size of a normal baby at birth, and his parents were 6’7 and 6’3, as well as the two best basketball players in China. He was raised to be a basketball star, and he successfully became one in the NBA until his tragic foot injuries.

No, Jeremy Lin is different. He’s excelled on the court at every level, but every step of the way he’s been doubted and told he couldn’t play. His dad had a passion for basketball that he shared with his kids, playing with them as often as he could at the local Palo Alto YMCA. Jeremy luckily missed out on the short gene from his parents and kept growing into his solid 6’3 200 pound point guard frame, developing a reputation as one of the best high school players in all of California with his leadership for Palo Alto High School.

Fast forward to the California Division II State Baskeball Finals in 2006, where Lin’s undermanned and undersized Palo Alto High School team is supposed to have its surprise run to the state title stopped playing perennial powerhouse Mater Dei, a team featuring Taylor King, who is the 3^rd all time leading scorer in California high school basketball history, as well as Travis Wear and David Wear, two skilled 6’10 twins who currently play at UCLA. Mater Dei was undefeated in California, but Lin somehow willed Paly to the championship upset.

Still, Lin received no interest from his choice school, UCLA, or even the local choice, Stanford, who showed only a “fake interest” in Lin. The future star was treated like a mere Taiwanese trinket and ended up going to Harvard without a basketball scholarship, even though he had just proven he was as good as any player in the state.

The High-Expectations Asian Baller again proved himself a star in the Ivy League, setting records at Harvard while bringing the team to new heights as a three time All-Ivy selection. He stepped up in big games against better competition, and even managed to get an Economics degree with a 3.1 GPA.

Despite excelling in college, the high-brow hooper was undrafted after struggling to distinguish himself without 5-on-5 drills in workouts. He caught some attention though after outplaying John Wall in the #1 overall pick’s first preseason game, and the Warriors, Mavericks, and Lakers (!) made offers. Lin chose to play for Golden State, his hometown dream team. I’ll just say that if the Lakers had him, they would be legitimate title contenders. I guess you Lin some you lose some.

The Cambridge Commander’s year with the Warriors and the D-League was underwhelming, but he did establish a cult following of Asian Americans rooting for the best Asian-American basketball hope since Robert Swift.

Fast forward again to now. Less than a month after playing in the NBDL, Lin’s cult following has exploded, building off a combination of Asian pride and citywide enthusiasm in New York that Lin is taking in after the Giants’ Super Bowl victory. Spike Lee is gawking so much in the stands he might have to roll up a joint movie to tell the most Lincredible story in recent NBA history (Linvictus?). Since stepping into a starting role for the Knicks after their two “bona fide superstars” were forced to miss time, the Knicks have played as well as ever, winning their last 4 games to get back into the playoff mix under Lin’s lead. The Lin Dynasty has begun in New York.

Why this level of Linsanity though? The Chinese have already bought TV rights so they can air Lin’s games to his fan base overseas. In only his second career start, Lin was hearing MVP chants in Madison Square Garden against the Jazz. Those chants only got louder Friday night against Kobe and the Lakers, as Lin absolutely humiliated Kobe. He lived out every every Asian-American’s basketball player’s dream of all dreams, to be cast aside by Kobe and then shove it in his face by outplaying him head-to-head on the court.

"Asian-American basketball player" is a term not often heard in the NBA, strangely, and it is a term that Jeremy would probably rather cast aside, considering how much disrespect it’s caused him at every level of evaluation as a player. What Jeremy Lin is doing is acting as a long overdue hero for a fan base that needed one. Asian-Americans are visible on just about any pickup basketball court, and even though they aren’t the typical kind of athletes you see in the NBA, they know the game. Asian ballers seem to be stereotyped as undersized, quick, almost ninja-like ball handlers, who play with a determined focus. Those types of players certainly exist (and they can be dominant at the pickup level), but there are just as many Asian Americans who are pure shooters, crafty big men, lockdown defenders, lazy defenders, and everything in between. So to say Lin plays “Asian” is unfair, to him and to the legions of skilled Asian-American ballers nationwide.

The True Way of the Linja

This is how Jeremy Lin actually plays, and these are his qualities that should allow him to continue to succeed. He has a versatile offensive skill set with more deadly weapons in than the Linja turtles. Lin has great size for a point guard, and he uses his body well to protect the ball. He’s good at being aggressive and maintaining his dribble with his body control. He has a sick hesitation dribble that he uses frequently to get his defenders off balance. Lin is fairly quick and decently athletic, but he's far from being a Wade or Rose type athlete. He makes up for his lack of athleticism with his strength and solid finishing ability though.

He is an infectious leader, and he understands how to use his teammates’ skills properly. It’s as much his attitude has anything that has so quickly endeared him to fans. Mike D’Antoni is the most thankful Lin supporter out there, as Lin's saved D'Antoni's job by proving that the ex-coach of the year remains a point guard instructor extraordinaire. No offense in the NBA would fit Lin better, and Lin couldn’t ask for a better coach/team situation now. Lin has been great at running the pick and roll in D’Antoni’s offense with Tyson Chandler, and he’ll find only another capable pick and roll partner in Amare Stoudemire once he returns. I’m glad Lin also understands that Steve Novak is a 6’10 shooting machine (98% FT in college!) who is an automatic 3 points if given time and space behind the arc . He understands the niches of every one of his teammates’ games, and all of them are playing better after Jeremy’s Linsertion into the Knicks’ lineup.

What really is Lin's ultimate skill that endears him to fans and teammates is his modesty about all his recent success, the genuine smile on his face as he achieves his lifelong dream of basketball stardom, how he always points the focus away from himself towards other players in interviews. Basically he has the Tim Tebow trait.

Lin Tebow

The Fake ESPN dubbed Jeremy Lin the Official Asian Tim Tebow, and it’s hard to dispute that the two breakout athletes have some uncanny similarities.

Both are devout Christians. Tebow is practically the son of the Lord, and Lin is a lifelong Christian who one day hopes to be a pastor.

Both achieved academic success at prestigious universities, Jeremy Lin getting a 3.1 GPA at Harvard, and Tebow outdoing him with a 3.6 at the University of Florida.

Both have a Lintrospective quality where they are self aware of their game and their limitations, which should aid them as they improve upon their flaws and work hard throughout their careers. What does Lin think of his game? He compares it to Goran Dragic’s, which when I think about it is the perfect comparison. Both players are 6’3 scorers who use crafty dribbling, euro steps, and creativity in the paint. Spot on comparison by Lin that no analyst could top.

Both have been doubted due to unfair racial stereotypes. Tebow suffers being a white quarterback in a fullback's body with questionable throwing ability who relies on his running to create the offense. Lin suffers from being judged as inferior in skill to his counterparts just because he doesn’t look the part of NBA superstar when that is what he is.

And that’s where the similarities end between Tebow and Lin. Jeremy Lin is the real deal. He has had undisputable success on his team and individually on the basketball court. Tebow’s run as a starter and into the AFC divisional round was anything but indisputable. Tebow’s skillset is undeniably inferior to most quarterbacks, and much of the Broncos’ success was due to other players stepping up to keep the game in reach for the first 3 quarters of Tebow suckage. Well, Lin should face no such controversy.

The Taiwanese Taskmaster’s midrange jumper is money, his crossovers are unique and consistently manage him to get penetration, he’s great at drawing contact and finishing strong with his deceptively strong frame, and mostly he has an uncanny feel for the game in 5 with his ability to set the pace and control the game. There's no lack of skill or performance in this case. Sure, his numbers now are a bit Linflated due to the hype and the lack of quality point guards he’s had to go up against (John Wall, Devin Harris, Deron Williams, Derek Fisher), but it’s hard to write off his run as a fluke.

The only thing stopping the Harvard Hurricane from further entrenching himself in history is Linjury and the increased burden of heavy minutes. He has set himself up well for this current media storm, making his presence felt on the Linternet on Twitter and YouTube. Lin is friends with the #2 and #10 most subscribed users of all time, Nigahiga and Kevjumba, and by appearing in their videos that are seen by tens of millions, he’s only expanded his legend

For now though, Jeremy Lin remains humbled. He returns to the life the Lincognito life in New York, crashing on his brother’s sofa where he’s been sleeping the last few nights. The NBA will be hard-pressed though to put Linsanity to bed, as the young star’s dream appears to have no end in sight. 

Football Recap on Super Bowl Sunday

What a game! It’s good to be back, sports fans, and today featured the kind of football match that I couldn’t help but mouth off about. Costly mistakes really proved to be the difference in what otherwise was a very competitive and hardly fought game.

Team captain John Mensah started off strong with a brilliant header at the 10-minute mark. Tunisia then responded in the 42^nd minute when Saber Khalifa outjumped Samuel Inkoom for the equalizer header on an immaculate cross. Tunisia appeared to have Ghana on its heels with consistent challenges from there onward, though the Black Stars managed to avoid disaster for the remainder of regulation and carried the match into extra time. Finally, the Ghanaians’ prayers were answered the 101^st minute when a careless deflection off Tunisian goaltender gave Andre Ayew a free strike that crossed the net to give Ghana the decisive advantage. Tunisian tempers flared after their goalie’s gaffe, leading to multiple bookings and a red card in the 108^th minute that sealed their fate.

Oh, the other game was all right too I guess. At least if you’re not Robert Kraft. And on a day that is celebrated as pseudo-national holiday and is undoubtedly the single national sporting event that matters most, I still have to talk about the pinnacle of American sport. Today’s Super Bowl XLVI altered the legacies of two of our generation’s greatest quarterbacks, probably created a whole new audience for The Voice, and produced a plentitude of both dumb and great plays worth dissecting, not to mention a handful of interesting commercials and a certain music artist whose good manners went M.I.A. for an inexplicably expletive in her guest performance.

But I’ll get to that later. First I need to make a clarification about the position of this blog. I claim to talk about the matters in sports that I think truly matter, but my perspective on what matters in sports has definitely been shifted recently. I just returned from a trip to Ghana that coincided with the beginning of the football soccer, season in Europe as well as the Africa Cup of Nations, a biannual tournament to determine the best national team in the African continent. This is the most viewed highlight in the US of the African Cup of Nations this year. That just about sums up why we aren't watching soccer events like the Africa Cup of Nations here.

I bet most of you readers in the United States didn’t know that this event has been going on since 1957, and has an impact on its audience unequaled by the Super Bowl or any other American sporting event, and neither did I until a few days ago. Heck, I had to use an online soccer slang dictionary to get most of those words right in the first paragraph. But it’s about time I gave a nod to the sport that is far and away the most popular on Earth, and I might as well mix in a small bit about my trip while I’m at it.

Despite road sides littered with trash and a thick smog layer that makes the harsh afternoon sun so dim that you can stare straight into it, Ghana is a country with a bright future due to rapid modernization that is effecting everywhere from city intersections to small dirt road communities. Ghana was even just named the World’s Fastest Growing Economy in 2011, and I got to see on my trip a sizable young population with increasingly impressive technological literacy that should allow the African nation to continue its growth. And most importantly for the motives of this blog, Ghana has got one solid football squad in the Black Stars, who were recently rated the #2 team in the continent. The widespread unwavering passion for “The Beautiful Game” in this country is unlike anything I’ve ever seen in America.

It’s easy to tell what the most popular sport in Ghana is just from a drive through the country. In just about every empty area of dirt, grass or cement that isn’t filled with people in commerce or shops, there are kids of all ages playing soccer football. I saw one kid in a Cleveland LeBron jersey, but he acted shocked when I started to mention how LeBron was on Miami’s team now, and I stopped myself before saying anything else that would point out the irony of this kid’s now ignominious relic of a jersey. I might have even seen a couple people in MJ or Kobe jerseys, but they were vastly outnumbered by the Michael Essien, Lionel Messi, and Cristiano Renaldo jerseys that were everywhere.

Football for Ghana resonates with a kind of national pride that is impossible to find in the U.S. sports market that prefers to relic in intranational rivalries like the Super Bowl, World Series, and NBA playoffs rather than international events like the Olympics and the World Cup. Ghana hasn’t won the African Cup in 30 years, and a win this year would be a statement in Africa that would resonate far beyond sport for a country trying to prove itself on an international stage. Call me a communist, but I was happy after Ghana’s 2-1 win over the U.S. in the 2010 World Cup because I knew it meant so much more for them than for me. I can only imagine the level of unified national celebration that engrossed the streets after that game. I got to see firsthand on my recent trip that everything changes in Ghana on game day.

The over-packed streets that are normally bumper to roadside salesman to bumper and incredibly overcrowded due to the massive construction across the country suddenly go empty for 90 minutes plus stoppage time. I feel safe assuming that every single TV in the country turns to the same channel. Grouped by the dozen, kids and adults, men and women seem to instantaneously flock to the nearest 10 to 35 inch monitor of hope as the match begins. Once Ghana scores, a ubiquitous roar rises across the entire country. No emotion is too extreme to display publicly. A 30 second thunderstorm ensues of men high fiving and hugging each other, kids equipped in Black Stars jerseys dashing out of their houses screaming, and unbridled dance and celebration from everyone else, who all unequivocally cheer for their country to win without cynicism.

I’d compare game day in Ghana to the scene in a New England sports bar watching the Red Sox in the World Series in 2004. Across the entire country. during every match the Black Stars play. After the game, you can ask anyone you see about the game, and they’ll all have a heated rap on all the player flops, mistakes from referees, and spectacular plays that made the difference.

A Quick Nod to the World’s #1 Sport

For the 11 days I was in Ghana for my most recent trip, there was something pure and refreshing about watching nothing but soccer on television to fulfill my sports addiction. I went from a place where most announcers have a loose understanding of the English language to one where all the announcers are British and speak British AKA Super English saying things like “an out of this world Bernini sculpture of a finish!” or “This is a Bernini sculpture of a goal! It’s perfection… he guides it heavenly, it’s a majesterial hit by an artist!

Soccer is the sport that celebrates the remarkable play to the fullest, as a play has to be remarkable enough to pass through the net in order to score a point. The dozens of solid plays players make to win possession, move the ball up the field, get free kicks or corners, get past their man, find an open teammate, and more are worthless unless they lead to a ball that crosses the entire defense and the keeper for a goal, a task practically impossible without perfect execution on a spectacular play. The team that can create more perfectly beautiful plays that result in goals is the winner in this pure and rudimentary game.

The trend in American sports nowadays is toward being as judgmental about players’ performance through countless stats, metrics, and visual evidence to prove something the fan wants to know, held up to their high standards of knowledge. There always needs to be a clear winner. Every tenth of a second has to be accurate to meet our strict model of efficiency standard.

Maybe that is why we have trouble accepting soccer. Now in the age where Moneyball is mainstream, it’s going to be as difficult as ever for Americans to come to terms with the idea of stoppage time, frequent ties, game deciding penalty kicks based on the blow of a ref’s whistle, and all those freakishly talented soccer pansies falling all over themselves trying to draw a call, without instant replay review to call their bluffs.

I mean, seriously, does anyone else wonder why they don’t just stop the clock during injuries or dead balls and end the game at a fixed time rather than let it keep running for how ever long it takes for a guy to properly milk an injury, then guesstimate how long the game was stopped for at the end of each 45 minutes with “stoppage time,” only to use that added minute number as a general guideline for when the referee ends the game. In America, that’s unconstitutional. In soccer though, purism rains supreme, and the sport is resisting off all movements that might disrupt the flow of the game.

And what about giving proper credit for a goal to the guys who possess the ball, manages take it from the opposing offense, move it up field, routinely send perfect through balls, banana crosses, brilliant back heels? Isn’t there something in the box score for that? Isn’t there a box score? Soccer is the last remaining sport where watching it truly speaks for itself. It is about one play where everything goes perfectly, and ultimately it is only the goal scorer who matters and who makes the play that scores points to effect the outcome. And it will retain this advantage over all other sports as long as they exist, and this will continue to keep it in its own league, so to speak.

Onto My Football

Moving from the pure to the impure, the Super Bowl is a sporting event that is no longer allowed to speak for itself. Now it is a full day event synonymous with two weeks of useless press coverage, a half time show for girls to watch Madonna perform and meaningless celebrity scandal develop, and, of course, a handful of heavily reviewed million dollar commercials looking to capture your attention. It’s a functional economic formula that in the last few years has produced the most widely viewed events in world history. NBC paid about $950 million for this year’s rights, and it sounds to me like a good investment.

Companies prepare for months trying to make commercials shock their ways into viewers’ memory banks on ads. We have the success stories of  E-Trade, with their baby commercials that truly restored their struggling company, and the quick rise to prominence in the web domain market of GoDaddy with their racy (intended) commercials starring Danica Patrick. News shows and websites even replay the “Top Ads” nowadays to review their “favorites” from the whole game, which pours in more money to advertisers after the initial mass exposure. NBC spent a ton of time advertising shows on their own network, particularly The Voice, which I’m sure was a major reason why they dropped almost a billion dollars for network rights this year.

The difference in sports advertising really epitomizes the cultural difference between the US and Ghana. During the nationwide television event of football in Ghana, at least half of the commercials are the same Coca-Cola commercial playing the uplifting song that was the theme of the World Cup, “Wavin’ Flag” by K’Naan, as players leap through the air making gravity defying soccer moves.

But anyways, I would be neglecting my heritage not to rattle a bit more about the Super Bowl. Here are the highlights in case you missed it. The Super Bowl has arrived at a pretty set routine as far as I’m concerned. You spend all of Sunday morning preparing for it AKA doing nothing except maybe buying some nice food and sodas, call your friends last minute to see what they're doing for the game, then you get together and the game finally starts as both teams are sloppy with mistakes and getting the jitters out on sports’ biggest stage.

In this case, mistakes were especially costly for the Patriots from beginning to end. Tom Brady threw his first pass to Casper from his own endzone, resulting in a well-called safety on the Pats’ first offensive play from scrimmage. Then, the Giants move down the field, until Victor Cruz made the tough mistake of staying up too long on his feet resisting tackle, allowing the defender to yank the ball from his grasp. Luckily, the play was nullified because of a bigger mistake—the Pats having 12 men on the field.

Following this inexplicable error by the Pats’ defensive coordinators, they redeem themselves by calling the perfect play on the goal line, where the middle linebacker cuts across towards the side of the field to stop the Giants from doing a quick slant. Well, Victor Cruz made his cut for the quick slant and Eli Manning made a play that should have hit defender Jerod Mayo right in stride so that he got an interception and a long return the other way, but Mayo was playing ketchup on the play and wasn’t looking at the QB for some reason, so the ball whizzed by his ear, and Victor Cruz caught it after an “I can’t believe that ball got through” bobble.

Right after, on the following kickoff with the score 9-0 Giants, Chris Collinsworth called Julian Edelman Danny Woodhead on mistake. Ahh, the stereotypes 5’7 to 5’10 white males have to endure! The game proceeded rather mistake-free for a bit, then the halftime show came up. I didn’t see it live, but I saw the replays where M.I.A. (didn’t know that was a person) gave the crowd the finger and might have thrown a few expletives into the lyrics or something. Not cool.

I know a lot of people were offended by the whole Janet Jackson boob incident in 2004, but being an 11-year old boy at the time, part of the audience for whom the incident was supposed to be offensive and damaging, I thought it was pretty awesome. Sure, Janet kind of went off the map after that, but Justin Timberlake is only a bigger pimp now after ripping off a girl’s shirt in front of tens of millions.

But giving Americans the finger on their national holiday does not impress anyone, you British She-Douche. I don’t care if you’re a great philanthropist and a majorly influential musician, you don’t get to do that as a guest at the Super Bowl.

The mistakes got more costly through the game for the Patriots, as a Welker drop (Brady misfire?) that could have locked up the game for the Pats fell to the ground and New England gave the Giants the ball with just enough time to execute a full drive. Then, Mario Manningham’s textbook lesson on how to take a hit and get control in bounds (I swear every year now there’s a memorable catch), left Bill Bellicheck in such a stage of déjà vu shock that he challenged it, only to lose a valuable time out and an extra 40 seconds. Ahmad Bradshaw made a potentially game breaking mistake by going into the end zone to give the Patriots a chance to score with less than a minute, but Tom Brady couldn’t make it happen on the ensuing drive, despite a valiant 4^th and 13 conversion and solid Hail Mary attempt.

And just like that, Peyton Manning’s humiliating year was given a cherry on top, as Eli Manning put himself above Peyton in terms of Super Bowl wins and Super Bowl MVPs, 2 to 1. Peyton will always be a charming and funny personality, and Eli will always be kind of a derp, but their careers are comparable now. I have to send my condolences to Peyton Manning, whom I felt was on his way to owning every passing record imaginable and an unquestioned spot as the best quarterback of all time before his preseason neck surgery ended his year. He didn't actually play this year, but he missed out on the passing fiesta where every quarterback threw for career numbers, and didn't even get a chance to fight off the newfound criticism with his on field play. Now he's probably out of Indianapolis, and it's a mess.

People already seem to forget that this is the first modern quarterback the first quarterback to have a freakish statistical season (his 2004 season is still rated the best ever on a play-to-play basis by Football Outsiders), the first to make his mouth as valuable a weapon as his arm with all his pre-snap audibles and adjustments, and the first to truly embrace the new technology of all the film available to study opponents.

Tom Brady needed this game to get past Manning. Instead, Eli was the one to pass Peyton, at least for now. From now on, we’ll be looking at whose career has been better, and Eli still needs a few years to catch up, but he has accomplished a ton this season. With the Super Bowl victory, Eli Manning’s season is the most significant among all QBs this year. Sorry Drew Brees and Aaron Rodgers. 8 game winning comeback drives in 19 games this season is ridiculous. 4900 passing yards with 27 TD and 16 interceptions isn’t too shabby either. This might be the best season ever for a Super Bowl winning quarterback.

After Super Bowl XLVI ended, they of course immediately showed the commercial with the winning team’s Super Bowl champion gear, prompting some imbecile at your Super Bowl party to ask how they have the merchandise prepared so quickly, and then follow up asking “Wow, I wonder what they do to all the losing team’s gear.” That imbecile is usually me. It goes to charity and to countries like Haiti BTW.

NBC got unsportsmanlike conduct in my book during the post game celebrations when they focused the camera on Robert Kraft, the Patriots’ remarkable owner whose beloved wife passed away in the last year, as he was the last to leave his box, staring in disappointment and gloom at the field and then up at the sky before sadly sulking away. That’s not very classy to show such a classy guy at such a vulnerable and tough time right after his life’s work’s loss.

Non-Sports Matters that Don’t Matter

If you were like me and didn’t want to turn off the TV or change the channel after the game ended, then you got shown to the season premiere of the second season of NBC’s wannabe show. American Idol is one of the highest rated TV shows in the history of television, so it makes sense that a spinoff of the show with better, more qualified celebrity judges would be successful too. The Voice is a singing competition where singers audition to be trained by one of the four judges, Blake Shelton (a big deal in country, I guess), Christina Aguilera (cleavage), Adam Levine (Maroon Five), and Cee-Lo Green (hero). Here’s the format, via the faithful Wikipedia

The series consists of three phases: a blind audition, a battle phase, and live performance shows. Four judges/coaches, all noteworthy recording artists, choose teams of contestants through a blind audition process. Each judge has the length of the auditioner's performance (about one minute) to decide if he or she wants that singer on his or her team; if two or more judges want the same singer (as happens frequently), the singer has the final choice of coach.

Each team of singers is mentored and developed by its respective coach. In the second stage, called the battle phase, coaches have two of their team members battle against each other directly by singing the same song together, with the coach choosing which team member to advance from each of four individual "battles" into the first live round. Within that first live round, the surviving four acts from each team again compete head-to-head, with public votes determining one of two acts from each team that will advance to the final eight, while the coach chooses which of the remaining three acts comprises the other performer remaining on the team.

In the final phase, the remaining contestants (Final 8) compete against each other in live broadcasts. The television audience and the coaches have equal say 50/50 in deciding who moves on to the final 4 phase. With one team member remaining for each coach, the (final 4) contestants compete against each other in the finale with the outcome decided solely by public vote.

Pretty cool idea, actually. Solid choices for judges too, especially Cee Lo Green. People should know him from the unbelievably catchy “F*ck You” song, which was rated the #1 song of 2010 by Time, but even more importantly, “Crazy” (as part of Gnarls Barkley with Danger Mouse), which Rolling Stone rated the #1 song of the 2000’s and #100 song of all time.

I feel like everyone has to respect Cee Lo as one of the coolest guys out there. Here’s a guy whose dad died when he was 2, mom was paralyzed in a car crash at 16 and died when he was 18. Despite his unbelievably rough luck, this is a guy who maintains an offbeat sense of humor in all his songs. “F*ck you” is an upbeat, happy song that is actually cursing out Cee Lo’s gold digger ex-wife. He’s the only guy who can pull off the outfits he does (see picture). Cee Lo is fun to watch on The Voice too, as he mixes in his sense of humor with his job as judge/coach.

I never watched American Idol, but I found it interesting to see who won and see if they were achieved mainstream success like Kelly Clarkson or remained nobodies like Ruben Studdard or David Cook (not Dane Cook). That was the driving force behind the show, I thought, since the audience wanted to feel like they were part of the process of finding the next big music star.

After being brainwashed though watching an entire hour of The Voice, I noticed that on NBC’s Sunday night news, the promotion for The Voice only continued. They answered my biggest question about the show, with an immediate feature on one of last year’s top performers, Xenia, and her post-Voice career. I looked it up and saw that most of last year’s top performers were all practically mainstream duds in the modern music scene that favors hip hop and electronic music more and more.

But this girl Xenia apparently has half a million views on YouTube for her country music video “Sing You Home”, and she’s had a fairly successful album release too. She was coached by Blake Shelton, the country guy, which was a brilliant call since he’s the only coach who can really point these singers in a feasible direction for success. The most stable place to go for young talented singers has to be country. CMT is a channel that will always exist. Though people where I am in LA don’t listen to it much doesn’t mean that it doesn’t have a significant loyal following. So it seems to me like if The Voice wants to try to build up to the level of pedigree of American Idol’s talent, its best chance is in country music, and the singers’ continued support from their established celebrity coaches.

Only on the Super Bowl do I find it appropriate to ramble this much about pop culture in a sports blog. Thanks for reading this far down, and don’t worry, I won’t ever again talk about The Voice (or soccer either probably). I’ll be sticking to Saturday weekly recaps of the sports matters that matter, across all sports, I’ll be providing bi-weekly NBA power rankings, and I’ll be throwing in the occasional semi-serious article like the part today before I started to talk about the Super Bowl.