Archives
10:50:00 PM EDT
Hearing Game 5 of the Stanley Cup
The Arcade Fire Should See the Revolution in Basketball
When you're talking about the Arcade Fire, pickup hoops and a blog war, you're right in my hypothetical wheelhouse. Actually, it's hypothetical no more as today's guilty pleasure is a new blog titled Arcade Fire Stole My Basketball that tells the true (or not true) story of Fire frontman Win Butler acting petulant at a Cal Berkeley gym and stalking off with some kid's orange roundie. Here's what allegedly occurred after he was asked to get off the court so that a game could get underway:
"I couldn't reason with Mr. Butler so I gave up. Two RSF supervisors tried to explain to Mr. Butler the court rules. Finally, a security guard arrived to talk him down. Mr. Butler was extremely agitated and animated during this entire episode. One of the other players claims Mr. Butler pushed him but I did not witness this. The security guard was so fed up with him she told us to just run him over."
As mentioned, this may not be true, which may be why a guy claiming to be Butler's brother has started a rival blog titled Arcade Fire Didn't Steal Dude's Basketball. The money line? "The dude ... has a tattoo of Puff the Magic Dragon on his penis." (Warning: do NOT google "puff magic dragon penis tattoo." Trust me, I wish I could have the last 30 seconds back.)
Considering he's the driving force behind one of the best bands around and the tenuous/ridiculous nature of the story, it's hard not to side with Butler. It is a shame though, that no one snapped pics of the Fire in the full Amish regalia they've been wearing around the release of their second album, Neon Bible. Picturing them on the same court as Dave Chappelle's vision of Prince and the Revolution is enough to blow one's mind.
A tip of thepen goes to Grade A indie rock blog Gorilla vs. Bear for this story as well as the hilarious "WinBron" image seen above.
Written by dcsportsguy Blog about this entry |
Add to del.icio.us | 
digg this
-
One time when I was a kid my parents took me to Arizona for spring training and we caught a Seattle Mariners game. I was a huge Griffey, Jr. fan and I wanted him to sign my M's hat. That d*ckbag took my marker and signed like three balls for chicks then walked into the clubhouse...with my marker. My mom was pissed and I became a Mark Grace fan.
At Arcade Fire's next show that dude should steal their Casio. -
sigh... I've never witnessed a cult-internet phenomenon before. Then again how often am I on the internet? At any rate, I saw the hilarity in the whole situation 4 hours ago, but now I wish it was just over. I just can't see how "Will's" blog has anything to do with Will. I just see a lame attempt at internet-celebrity by whoever Chris H is.
-
This reminded me of my Woody Harrelson (of White Men Can't Jump fame) pickup ball story, which, at the risk of it being a "you had to be there" anecdote, I will recount here anyway.
This was about five or six years ago at an outdoor court in Santa Monica, CA. There were about 17 people at the court, 10 on and 7 waiting, when Woody rolled up by himself. As soon as we were finished with our game, Woody basically jumped the line and declared that he was playing next. Everyone there was pretty cool, so even though Woody was asserting his celebrity and cutting the line, no one minded that much because hey, they were getting to play with Woody Harrelson! Whatever.
So Woody picks up 4 guys, and plays against me and four of my friends. As the game progressed, it was evident that Woody was an average baller at best; very basic ball handling ability, not that fast, only a medium range jumpshot, and definitely could NOT jump. We were all amped to beat him (especially after cutting the line to play), so we brought our 'A' game and rolled his squad something like 11-5.
After the game, my friend Sarge, who's a lumbering 6'4" and not exactly known for his command of the English language, gives the following classic line that was met with an eruption of laughter at the court:
"I guess 'White Men Can't Jump' was all hieroglyphics!"
Yeah, I don't know what that means either, but we all laughed our asses off.
6/6/07 11:40 AM