OK, looks like VF has Marcos behind her:
http://www.sacbee.com/content/sports/story/13702920p-14545587c.html
Some things are just wrong. New York Yankee Jason Giambi - a steroid-using tub of goo - is actually named American League Comeback Player of the Year by so-called fans?
That's wrong.
World Boxing Council and World Boxing Organization lightweight champion Diego Corrales gets knocked out Saturday for trading punches with a motivated brawler while Corrales had nothing to gain?
Wrong.
Pity from fans for Ken Macha, who was supposedly "dumped" as the A's manager when it was Macha who seriously overestimated his value?
Wrong.
The new, gold-lamé, ever-so-precious Kings uniforms that Kings players will be forced to endure 14 times this season?
Oy, Gumby. What a carnival of wrong.
Wrong for the eyes, which wince at the sight of grown men dressed dangerously similar to cocktail waitresses at Caesars Palace.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
It's just that as a marketing concept, it's the worst kind of funny, unintentionally funny, like a Madonna movie, where the star delivers serious lines that elicit sidesplitting laughter.
In this accidental comedy, the faulty script is a promotion dubbing Kings fans as the "Gold Standard," a laudable idea undermined by players dressed like "Austin Powers: Goldmember."
Remember Mike Myers as Austin Powers' nemesis in gold disco shorts and sleeveless gold disco shirt? Think Mike Bibby in the new Kings road uniforms, although Myers as "Goldmember" had a little more hair than Bibby - and roller skates. Just don't call Bibby "Mini-Me," because it's not his fault.
This all comes to us courtesy of Kings owners who once tried to present male dancers during timeouts at Arco Arena, only to have a doomed troupe in spandex hooted off the Arco Arena court after only one "performance."
Apparently, the Kings' owners have decided to cut out the middle men by having their team play real games as male dancers.
Solid Gold dancers.
Can you see the Kings' starting five in those Vegas-lounge rags? Can you see them go on a glittery 12-0 run to start a game and then strike a Bob Fosse pose before strutting to the bench, where Kings coach/choreographer Rick Adelman awaits, having traded his conservative jacket for a silk shirt open to his navel and a lit Camel hanging out of his mouth?
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Adelman will get on Bibby for his lack of defense. He'll yell at Peja Stojakovic for disappearing during critical games.
But you don't want Adelman screaming: "five, six, seven, eight!" before the Kings run a play.
You don't want him throwing a hissy fit at Kevin Martin for not "emoting" to the back row.
You don't want him menacing rookies Francisco García and Ronnie Price, saying mean stuff like "play hard or I'll make sure you never work in this town again!"
You don't want him channeling Roy Scheider in "All that Jazz," starting each game by screaming: "Showtime!"
And speaking of "Showtime," don't the Los Angeles Lakers - blood enemies of the Kings - wear gold?
Why would you want to go within 1,000 miles of that? A big majority of Kings fans responding to a Bee poll - 76 percent of 724 votes - wondered the same thing.
But, hey, the new unis passed the NBA fashion test, a process the league takes seriously. According to a league spokesman who didn't want his name used - and I can't say I blame him - the NBA insists that all new unis be shipped East so they can actually be worn and videotaped to ensure a good look on the small screen.
True story. And not to disparage how another dude makes his living, but how would you like to be that guy? The one whose job it is to wear test uniforms - a fashion food-taster - and upon whose shoulders rests the fashion future of the NBA?
One could say it's a lot of power, though not like the might wielded by those giving the green light to threads like the new Kings gold lamé, created by a private, still undisclosed designer.
Was it a Maloof relative, squeeze or business partner? A girlfriend of one of the members of Tesla? Susan Anton? Sorry. I'm lousy on dish and gossip since the beautiful people of Arco Arena don't talk to me.
Guess I'm just a Sacramento cow-towner, one who sees the word lamé and thinks it means lame.
http://www.sacbee.com/content/sports/story/13702920p-14545587c.html
Some things are just wrong. New York Yankee Jason Giambi - a steroid-using tub of goo - is actually named American League Comeback Player of the Year by so-called fans?
That's wrong.
World Boxing Council and World Boxing Organization lightweight champion Diego Corrales gets knocked out Saturday for trading punches with a motivated brawler while Corrales had nothing to gain?
Wrong.
Pity from fans for Ken Macha, who was supposedly "dumped" as the A's manager when it was Macha who seriously overestimated his value?
Wrong.
The new, gold-lamé, ever-so-precious Kings uniforms that Kings players will be forced to endure 14 times this season?
Oy, Gumby. What a carnival of wrong.
Wrong for the eyes, which wince at the sight of grown men dressed dangerously similar to cocktail waitresses at Caesars Palace.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
It's just that as a marketing concept, it's the worst kind of funny, unintentionally funny, like a Madonna movie, where the star delivers serious lines that elicit sidesplitting laughter.
In this accidental comedy, the faulty script is a promotion dubbing Kings fans as the "Gold Standard," a laudable idea undermined by players dressed like "Austin Powers: Goldmember."
Remember Mike Myers as Austin Powers' nemesis in gold disco shorts and sleeveless gold disco shirt? Think Mike Bibby in the new Kings road uniforms, although Myers as "Goldmember" had a little more hair than Bibby - and roller skates. Just don't call Bibby "Mini-Me," because it's not his fault.
This all comes to us courtesy of Kings owners who once tried to present male dancers during timeouts at Arco Arena, only to have a doomed troupe in spandex hooted off the Arco Arena court after only one "performance."
Apparently, the Kings' owners have decided to cut out the middle men by having their team play real games as male dancers.
Solid Gold dancers.
Can you see the Kings' starting five in those Vegas-lounge rags? Can you see them go on a glittery 12-0 run to start a game and then strike a Bob Fosse pose before strutting to the bench, where Kings coach/choreographer Rick Adelman awaits, having traded his conservative jacket for a silk shirt open to his navel and a lit Camel hanging out of his mouth?
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Adelman will get on Bibby for his lack of defense. He'll yell at Peja Stojakovic for disappearing during critical games.
But you don't want Adelman screaming: "five, six, seven, eight!" before the Kings run a play.
You don't want him throwing a hissy fit at Kevin Martin for not "emoting" to the back row.
You don't want him menacing rookies Francisco García and Ronnie Price, saying mean stuff like "play hard or I'll make sure you never work in this town again!"
You don't want him channeling Roy Scheider in "All that Jazz," starting each game by screaming: "Showtime!"
And speaking of "Showtime," don't the Los Angeles Lakers - blood enemies of the Kings - wear gold?
Why would you want to go within 1,000 miles of that? A big majority of Kings fans responding to a Bee poll - 76 percent of 724 votes - wondered the same thing.
But, hey, the new unis passed the NBA fashion test, a process the league takes seriously. According to a league spokesman who didn't want his name used - and I can't say I blame him - the NBA insists that all new unis be shipped East so they can actually be worn and videotaped to ensure a good look on the small screen.
True story. And not to disparage how another dude makes his living, but how would you like to be that guy? The one whose job it is to wear test uniforms - a fashion food-taster - and upon whose shoulders rests the fashion future of the NBA?
One could say it's a lot of power, though not like the might wielded by those giving the green light to threads like the new Kings gold lamé, created by a private, still undisclosed designer.
Was it a Maloof relative, squeeze or business partner? A girlfriend of one of the members of Tesla? Susan Anton? Sorry. I'm lousy on dish and gossip since the beautiful people of Arco Arena don't talk to me.
Guess I'm just a Sacramento cow-towner, one who sees the word lamé and thinks it means lame.
