12/31/2010

The One Where I Became a Man

2001-2010. A decade full of events that shaped me into the man I am. 10 years of tragedy, smiles, laughs, tears. 10 years of gaining friends, losing friends, watching friends have kids, watching friends' kids. A decade whose definition should just have the word "change" written beside it in the decade dictionary, if they make they make those. A decade that saw the end of one of the most successful shows in television history - "Friends". I wasn't a fan by any stretch of the imagination (though in my late teenage years have considered giving it a shot since I'd probably appreciate more now than I would have when it was popular), but when its series finale aired on May 6th, 2004 (my sister Krystle's 10th birthday, by the way), I was in the living room of a crappy trailer watching it with my mom. I don't even think she was a fan, either. It was just something someone living in this era had to do - a historical moment that if you weren't a part of, you would have felt left out. 2001-2010 will depart in a few hours, but the impact it’s left on my life and the lives of others will be felt

2001: The only thing I can remember about this year is I was crazy about Ariel Maynard and 9/11. That's wild ain't it? I know so much more happened, but the 5th grader inside me can only recollect the day that those towers collapsed and the schemes James Howell and I would concoct on the telephone in order to woo our respective "love" interests. 9/11 is my generation's Pearl Harbor - none of us will ever forget where we were that day, what we were doing, who we were with. I was doing math problems in Anna Stepp's 5th grade classroom with Heath Wilson and Jessica Ray near me when Ilene Smith ran into the room in tears. At that point the 11-year-old me was probably more preoccupied with Ariel or the math then the impact of the situation, though I guess many preteens probably could have cared less. In the years since I've gotten over Ariel and realized just how important September 11th, 2001 was - even if the year as a whole remains vague in my brain.

2002-2003: Sometime within these years, we moved into that trailer. These were bad years. However, they set the stage for what has transformed into my current family life - a better one, in my opinion - so I am thankful for these years, even if they were hard to get through. \

2004: The “Friends” series finale had aired a few weeks prior and I honestly haven’t thought about that happening until just now when I was thinking about the moment I met her. A poodle dress and some dancing. A cute sister to a former girlfriend…now I’m questioning whether it was during this year or not. Has it been 6 or 7 years since we’ve known each other? Either way, it’s been a while – but if we didn’t meet in 2004, there’s nothing about that year that strikes me as important (except, I wrote the first 10 songs of my life during the summer of this year – and man were they bad). 2004 might not have happened at all. I feel bad that I can’t remember since you’re one of the most important folks in my life. I know it happened, though.

2005: The year I met the girl the 14-year-old me seriously thought I could spend the rest of my life with. In retrospect, 14-year-olds are fucking stupid (so are 15, 16, 17, and 18-year-olds). That’s even further accentuated by some of the events that transpired at the end of my 8th grade year (mostly, hitting Justin Porter over something stupid). Thankfully, I turned 15 later on in the year and quit hitting peop….oh wait no I hit someone in 9th grade too. Damn. I wrote my first GOOD song this year. It wasn’t about the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with, but it was my first love song.

2006: I knew the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with for a year now and couldn’t get past her pretty exterior long enough to realize she was a nutcase. Or maybe I did know it and just loved that she loved me. I turned road-legal this year but wouldn’t get my license for a whole other year. It was in this year that I also met two of my best friends – Corey Howell and Curtis Goble. So, I guess me and 2006 are even.

2007: Me and the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with broke up for the 5th or 6th time during the summer of this year, and it was the greatest gift of all time. Her leaving me left me with so much free time that summer that I fell in love with the NBA when I decided to start watching the playoffs. And what a year to start watching! The #8 seed Golden State Warriors took down the #1 seed Dallas Mavericks in the first round, a historic feat, and I witnessed LeBron James’s 48-point destruction of the Detroit Pistons on route to the Cleveland Cavalier’s only NBA Finals appearance. The Cavaliers, their budding superstar and their hobo-looking center (Zydrunas Ilgauskas) became my team that summer. And I became a sports junkie.

2008: Me and the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with got back together about a year after her deciding we should call it quits and experienced our best time together yet. This was the year I went to the Governor’s School for the Arts and realized that whatever I end up doing in life, writing will have to be a part of it. This was the year me and the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with broke up for the final time, days after I went over a hill on the way to her house on my 18th birthday. What a lousy way that would have been to go out, huh?

2009: This year and the next are definitely in my life’s top 3. The events of all the years prior culminated in 2009 – my mom’s new boyfriend Shawn wasn’t so new anymore, but became a fixture in our lives that was well-welcomed, I finally got over the girl I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with and even had a strong enough heart to turn down her advances around the time of my senior prom, and after years of hard work I graduated as valedictorian of my senior class and went to college at the University of Kentucky. Power Rangers ALMOST ended this year, which would have been a travesty, but even it has survived the decade of change :)

2010: Started off with a tragedy of a month, but has turned into one of the all-time great years. It’s had its share of ups and downs and confusing moments, but I feel like this is year is the perfect bookend to the decade. There’s too much to talk about to go into detail, so I’ll leave it at that.

Ain’t that probably the worst retrospective you’ve ever read? I guess it’s more for me – a minute hodge-podge of random thoughts, of some important moments in my life over the past 10 years. It probably doesn’t show as well as I’d like here, but this decade HAS been amazing. So many memories, so many moments I’d love to recreate. With family, with friends, with more than friends – I have nothing but cherishing for all that’s happened. It’s not all been great, but it’s been good for me. It’s made me into the young man I am today. These years will continue to make me into me. And I hope you all stay around to keep witnessing the transformation. Good-bye, 2010, and 2001-2010. Hello, tomorrow.

I’ll be there for you.

11/27/2010

WASHINGTON - ONE inch begins here. This ONE goes out to the ONE I love. (File under fire) This ONE goes out to the one I left behind. A simple prop to occupy my.
TWO inches begins here. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A Tale of TWO Cities. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done before.
THREE inches begins here. Commander, tear this ship apart until youve found those plans, and bring me the passengers; I want them alive. Apology accepted Captain Need. You can tell him yourself.
FOUR inches begins here. Happiness is a warm gun. Ive got blisters on my fingers. You say you want a revolution. The fad FOUR. In an octopus garden. Paul is dead. John. Paul. George.
FIVE inches begins here. Point to point point observation. Children carry reservations. Standing on the shoulders of giants . . . leaves me cold. A hundred million birds fly away.
SIX inches begins here. Spackle. Super model. Spaghetti. Syringe. Serum. Salad. Satchel. Smock. Sun-dried. Soup. Simplistic. Statistics. Sandwich. Sorry.
SEVEN inches begins here. Antarctica, North America, Asia, Europe, South America, Australia (Ocean) and Africa. SEVENTH Heaven. Greed, sloth, gluttony, lust, pride, envy and wrath.
EIGHT inches begins here. Octopus. Octagon. October. (August?) The Big EIGHT. Octave the octoroon. October Revolution. Crazy EIGHTS. How many English words are octosyllabic?
NINE inches starting right here. The square root of the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the square roots of the two legs of a right triangle. Pi is 3.14.
TEN inches starts here. Northwestern. Ohio State. Penn State. Purdue. Wisconsin. Iowa. Illinois. Indiana. Minnesota. Michigan. Michigan State. Can you add? The people at the Big TEN cant.
ELEVEN inches here. See this amp. All the numbers go up to ELEVEN. So when your playing at ten, and you want that extra something, you can go to ELEVEN. Why not just make ten louder?
TWELVE inches here. Aries. Taurus. Scorpio. Gemini. Capricorn. Sagittarius. Aquarius. Leo. Virgo. Cancer. Pisces. Libra. Are you into that zodiac stuff?
THIRTEEN inches starting about here. The road goes ever, ever on. Why did Gallup jump? Because Fred gave him the finger. When the thrush knocks. I am Thor, King under the mountain.
FOURTEEN inches here. I’ve never done this before. You’ve never lied on the ground __ before? No, I mean, I’ve never done what were about to do before. Oh, that’s OK. I lied to you too.
FIFTEEN inches. FIFTEEN birds in five fir trees. What shall we do with the funny little things? Fellowship following the foolish fighters. When all is said and done, a lot more is said than done.
SIXTEEN inches begins at this point here. SIXTEEN Candles. The Breakfast Club. Pretty in Pink. Whatever happened to Molly Ring career? And Anthony Michael Halls?
SEVENTEEN inches here. SEVENTEEN is a magazine written for fourteen year old girls, but what about the Tiger Beat readers? Remember Joey Lawerence? He was HOT!
EIGHTEEN: The right of citizens of the United States who are EIGHTEEN years of age or older to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of age.
NINETEEN inches. The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of sex. Congress shall have the power.
TWENTY inches begin here. I dont want to buy anything, sell anything or process anything. I dont want to buy anything sold or processed, sell anything bought or processed, or process.

11/22/2010

Love You 'Til You Leave

Love You ‘Til You Leave

Lyrics by Joshua Aaron Moore. © November 2010.


Girl I don’t think a bra’s ever looked as good

as yours does now there on my floor.

Missing the lady who just cast it aside

along with the blue dress by the door.

It’s sure been a while since I’ve seen you

and seen that smile.

The one that transforms this man into a grown child.


When I see you dressed down like that

you give this heart of mine a near attack,

but I know it don’t mean a thing.

‘Cause after my wine’s gone and we’re knocked

‘til morning comes, there’ll be no doubt

you ‘ll wake up with little memory.

Of the things you did, the lies you spoke

into the ears of a man whose hold

is nothing more than a retreat.

But because you ask, baby I bend.

Time after time, again and again.

You make me love you ‘til you leave.


You left your suitcase here, but I’m not sure

you’ll come back for it.

There’s just a couple things in there,

some clothes and liquid courage.

You probably downed a little bit

to get yourself to my place.

I’m not sure to blame Jack or Sam for

making you make my damn heart ache.


‘Cause When I see you dressed down like that

you give this heart of mine a near attack,

but I know it don’t mean a thing.

When after my wine’s gone and we’re knocked

‘til morning comes, there’ll be no doubt

you ‘ll wake up with little memory.

Of the things you did, the lies you spoke

into the ears of a man whose hold

is nothing more than a retreat.

But because you ask, baby I bend.

Time after time, again and again.

You make me love you ‘til you leave.


*Music for about 10 seconds or so*


The things you did, the lies you told

to a man whose love is just hold

that's nothing more than a retreat.

You ask. I bend.

Time after time, again and again.

You make me love you ‘til you leave.


I love you 'til you leave.


I get to love you 'til you leave.

11/17/2010

Coldsnap

Gifts got given with

no regard for price in terms

of dollars or time.


Seventeen hours

inside Arkham Asylum

wrapped in those blankets.


No sleep. Straight gaming

within December’s late chill.

Sisters thought us nuts.


Left the screens for one

last frigid night up Stepp Branch.

We were flame dodgers.


Watching the Rangers

get butchered by Disney while

we were dodging flames.


Ashes ate up a

cold smoke sky a second time.

Why again for them?

11/04/2010

Pen Pal

Keeper of my mind’s musings,
of where I’ve walked and talked,
a pal who remains in my cargo pocket
eager for morsels of daily delicacies,
a mischievous footnote to an observation,
the conversation taking place across the room.

We travel together
to the park in West Virginia where I
landed ass-first after a sick jumper,
into that Lexington newsroom
where we’ll slack off imaginatively,
or to that house up Collins Creek
where Whitney's words ruined June.

And when my head is driving
nails into my mind,
I will drop my current duty,
open up to my friend in any venue
and release my worries into
his prison pages.

Lidded box I pack with pride,
stocked with smiles, shortcomings, and silhouettes
of this packrat’s parceled personality.
A quote from Rece Davis,
a quip from Ginger Waters,
a minute ode to the soothing Toby ballad,
a list that might become my next Yu-Gi-Oh! deck.

Between and around the words
are scribbles and pretty nothing bursts
the pen felt were needed,
or fellas and fools who need guitar assistance,
like Waylon’s cowboy rhythms—
room for Saturday nights,
the action of a game,
a nest of memories,
and a device that keeps hearts hopeful,

room for me to imagine
future number ones arriving at an agent’s studio,
songs so powerful and memorable,
that not even I—the man behind the moments—
have the slightest idea who will sing them.

10/23/2010

So Damn Sad

I was driving down the road,

flipping through the music stations.

Trying to find a piece of gold,

in all the dirt that they’d been playing.

And when “The Dance” came on I just lost my mind.


Later on that evening, flipping through the iTunes

playlist titled “I Can’t Get Rid of These Blues”

I listed to “Don’t Take the Girl” 8 times.

Baby ever since you left it’s been like this each night.

I went from “All My Rowdy Friends” to “So Lonesome I Could Cry”


It’s like I woke up on the wrong side of music row.

Where all the lies and tears and heartbreaks go.

Never was one for a ballad before

but that’s changed ever since you slammed that door.

You used to serve a better purpose in my life,

but your new one ain’t that bad.

You’re now the reason all my favorite songs are so damn sad.


Just the other day

I hung out with some pals.

Went to the pub to watch game

to get me outta the house.

Didn’t matter cause they had a karaoke machine.

You wouldn’t believe how many girls were there

who arrived with brunette curls in their hair.

And buddy every single one of them was there to sing.

To make matters worse, the Reds lost by three

as the last lady closed with Faith Hill’s “Breathe”


It’s like I woke up on the wrong side of music row.

Where all the lies and tears and heartbreaks go.

Never was one for a ballad before

but that’s changed ever since you slammed that door.

You used to serve a better purpose in my life,

but your new one ain’t that bad.

You’re now the reason all my favorite songs are so damn sad.


I’m a glutton for punishment I guess because

I can’t keep my dial off depressing songs.

Thanks to the Georges, Merle and that Toby guy

I can relive us 4 minutes at a time.


It’s like I woke up on the wrong side of music row.

Where all the lies and tears and heartbreaks go.

Never was one for a ballad before

but that’s changed ever since you slammed that door.

You used to serve a better purpose in my life,

but your new one ain’t that bad.

You’re now the reason all my favorite songs are so damn sad.

10/11/2010

Love Letter from a Man after March 20th

Jamming to 90’s country all 90 days of summer
only made missing you more mountainous. That’s
something I never could imagine happening
here in my heart or there in my mind.
Unfortunately, my imagination sure
ain’t what it used to be since the Panthers doused the Jayhawks
and we were a diamond ring on a newlywed.

Assuming that day meant anything
really was a big letdown. A bigger one than
Oscar Robinson’s ’62-63 season, than
Nash’s likely title count at career’s end, than when the
Mountaineers rained on the Cats two weeks later.

Oh, doll. That’s what you are, have always been.
Only you could leave this man in church formation,
requesting to come off the bench in a contest that should’ve
ended while you were still eleven and I was up by three.

8/06/2010

Senses of Goodbye (Work in Progress)

Look at you all innocent-faced.
Acting like you ain't left a trace
of my poor heart, all over this house of ours.
What was once a happy abode,
has transformed into an unpleasant home.
You got a problem I can't fix with flowers.

And I don't understand it at all.
How can we go from being in love, to being out of it doll?

I can smell 60 bucks in my gas tank burning
and feel my heartbeat as my right hand's turning
the wheel that's gonna guide me away from you girl.
The wind tastes like sour memories and dreams.
The sound of Merle Haggard's voice drowns the screams
that my mind's let out since you wrecked my world.
I know looks can be deceiving, but
the one you gave me seemed void of love.
And it sure didn't look like a lie.
I just need a little time,
so I can make sense of the senses of goodbye.

Is it possible I was too nice,
that being right there for you no matter the price
was a poor decision on behalf of my heart.
I treated you like a queen and then some,
and looking back now girl I can't see how come
you just turned it off. Didn't even try restart.

Well your games aren't much fun any more.
It's a shame that we didn't age as well as my N64.

I can smell 60 bucks in my gas tank burning
and feel my heartbeat as my right hand's turning
the wheel that's gonna guide me away from you girl.
The wind tastes like sour memories and dreams.
The sound of Brad Paisley's voice drowns the screams
that my mind's let out since you wrecked my world.
I know looks can be deceiving, but
the one you gave me seemed void of love.
And it sure didn't look like a lie.
I just need a little time,
so I can make sense of the senses of goodbye.

I can smell 60 bucks in my gas tank burning
and feel my heartbeat as my right hand's turning
the wheel that's gonna guide me away from you girl.
The wind tastes like sour memories and dreams.
The sound of Brad Paisley's voice drowns the screams
that my mind's let out since you wrecked my world.
I know looks can be deceiving, but
the one you gave me seemed void of love.
And it sure didn't look like a lie.
I just need a little time,
so I can make sense of the senses of goodbye.

4/26/2010

If She Knew

Boy = normal font.
Girl = italicized font.

If She Knew
Lyrics by Joshua Aaron Moore © April 2010.

I’ve been coming to this place for a few months now.
I meet Cassandra here those nights when we can both skip town.
It’s a 45 minute drive, but that’s the price I pay.
To keep the girl at home from finding out my cheating ways.

I’m at the bar with friends, I’m working late again.
I’ve used every tired excuse to cover up my sin.
So that when I lay my head down beside of hers.
She never has a reason to ever suspect the worse.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her ,” I say.
And it won’t matter, cause at the end of the day.
I’m still a liar, still a cheater, still gonna do what I ought not to.
I never think about what she would do if she knew.

We’ve been married for over 22 long years now.
And like everything else, it’s had its ups and downs.
I never thought it would come to this, but I guess things change.
Turns out this ain’t a sweet home on the range.

He tells me that he’s working overtime.
That might be true in a world where pigs can fly.
I’ve known what he’s up to, I found her hair on his shirt.
I hope her blonde ass was worth a new home in the dirt.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her,” he’ll say.
I wonder if he’ll change his tune when there’s a pistol in his face.
That cheating SOB is gonna get what he deserves to.
I wonder if he thinks about what I would do if I knew.


I bet she’d go to her mama’s.
(I think I’ll go to my mama’s)
And cry about what I’ve done.
(She’ll be surprised at what I’ve done)
I’ll sit at home alone, wondering if it was really worth my time.
He’ll be rotting in ground, for forever and all time.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her,” I say.
I wonder if he’ll change his tune when there’s a pistol in his face.
I’m a liar, I’m a cheater
He’s gonna get what he deserves to.
I never think about what she would do if she knew.
He’s gonna wish he thought what I’d do if I knew.

4/05/2010

An Appropriate 50th Post

A Stack of Dirty Books
Lyrics by: Joshua Aaron Moore. © March 2010.

You said that things weren’t feeling right.
Better just to let it die, than continue wasting time.
Now it’s six feet under, covered in worms and dirt.
Our decaying love that only left one of us hurt.

It’s hard to move on from something that ran away.
Just gotta take it minute, day by day.
That’s what I tell myself, in order to get by.
You act like it should be easy. I’d like to see you try.

It’s like trying to build a fire, in a bathtub full of water.
Like trying to serve alcohol to the preacher’s daughter.
Like trying to sell a pair of shorts in the middle of winter.
Like trying to lick a wooden fence, without getting a splinter.
Baby trying to stop, loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

I cared a bit more, for you than you did me.
And I guess in retrospect, it wasn’t hard to see.
I gave 100 percent, you were giving less.
My mind saw it clearly, but my heart failed the test.

It’s like trying to run a marathon in high heel shoes.
Like trying to keep Sherlock from finding all the clues.
Like trying to tell Superman that he ain’t allowed to fly.
It’s like trying to play hide-and-seek with the FBI.
Baby trying to stop, loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

(Musical bridge: 5-15 seconds)

It’s like trying to tell the popo you were just having fun.
When you were trying to rob the bank with a water gun.
Like trying to light a candle with a fresh ice cube.
Like trying to tell Jessica Alba she’s a dude.
Baby trying to stop loving you is harder than it looks.
I said baby trying to stop loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

You said that things weren’t feeling right.
Better just to let it die, than continue wasting time.

3/07/2010

Allergy Season

March has brought with it the sickening of my body. The advent of nature's annual return to 100% physical prowess from its crippled state during the winter months unfortunately always puts me into this mode. I'm like the normal Joshua Moore, only with a stuffy nose, congested chest, scratchy throat (subsequently, gravelly voice), a little slower, more irritable and seemingly more blunt. So, I'm like the normal Joshua Moore only more suckish. Alas, nature suffered for a few months. I can handle a couple of weeks.

There's only one more week of classes until spring break begins. After that, it's the home stretch! Not only for my second semester at the University of Kentucky, but also for the college basketball season and the NBA regular season, which are as equally, if not more important. The Cats and Cavaliers are playing at a stellar level. I wish them each the best in their remaining months. The sports talk will cease here, for this blog, for now.

A commercial for douches just played on television. Part of me is grossed out, part of me is excited that one day I may get to write commercials about douches. I've come to the realization that 80% of the things I want to do in life don't require a college degree. Nearly 99% or so involve writing. Life is so confusing, guys. I'm enjoying ISC 161, a little, though. I'm thinking about double-majoring in ISC and business, and interning with an NBA team during the summer after my senior year. Ah, the future; it's so enthralling.

I want to lose 50 pounds this summer. I intended to get a gist of what I plan to do over the warmer months during spring break by playing basketball for several hours a day, but I don't see that panning out due to the multitude of activities I have planned for the break. Here they are, as follows, for the curious.

Friday, March 12th: I must pack a week's worth of clothes into my huge rolling bag. I must send some action figures home with Corey Howell so we have some more space in this room. That night, I'll move in with Amber Arms for the weekend cause I have to work Saturday.
Saturday, March 13th: I'll wish my sister Brittany a happy 18th birthday and work that night for the last night in a while.
Sunday, March 14th: Curtis will come save me from Lexington and take me back to a society hidden from the world - MARTIN COUNTY, KENTUCKY.
Monday, March 15th: Going to a Bowling for Soup concert at EKU with Curtis, Heath, Gauze, Ricky, Speedy, Corey and my sister Brittany. Hell yes!
Tuesday, March 16th: I'm thinking this will be the day I get my eyes checked. Hopefully a new pair of glasses will result - my lenses are horrendous. They have this strange film built up on them that I can't figure out how to remove.
Wednesday, March 17th: Shawn (mom's boyfriend) and I will be making the trek to Cleveland, OH for the Cavaliers/Pacers game that night. This will be my first major professional sports event of my life, and for it to be a Cavaliers game means that much more.
Thursday, March 18th: I believe Cindy Collins and I are going bowling this day. Any one else want to join?
Friday, March 19th: This is my most open day of the entire break. I'll probably drop by the high school and catch up with some people I love and miss dearly.
Saturday, March 20th: Unless plans have changed (and knowing the parties involved, they very well could have), my dad is getting married this day and I'll be attendance with several of my friends. This should be a fun day.
Sunday, March 21st: I'll make my way back to UK's campus after a week filled with awesome. I'll celebrate with a ho, fries and a large Mountain Dew without ice.


So yea, that's all of it, basically. It's gonna be a great spring break, for sure. I barely have time to even catch the opening round games of the NCAA tournament. You know it's gonna be an awesome week when that's the case!

It's 1:32 and Malcolm in the Middle is on because Curtis is watching television, as is the normal. UK's senior day is tomorrow and I'm psyched. I need to get some sleep for it. ¡Adios, compadres!

By the way, do you remember that time the world almost ended and we had that huge orgy out in the street? Gosh we were so stupid.

---Joshua Aaron Moore

(P.S.: There are 3 people in the world who will read that last sentence and comprehend the full hilarity. Those people are amazing.)

2/03/2010

The Long NBA Post That Only Corey Howell Will Read

Nine days from now the NBA All-Star weekend will begin, and we fans of the league will be subjected to a 3-day marathon of outrageous events ranging from the “meh”-inducing Skills Challenge to the (in the past couple of years anyway) main reason to pay mind to the star-studded show – the dunk contest. All of this culminates in a game that’s as meaningful in execution as are a handful of the participants that seem to make it into the game each year (See: Allen Iverson ’10, Tracy McGrady ’09, Iverson again in ’08...you get the idea). The All-Star game is as much about name recognition as it is about outrageous shot attempts and uncompetitiveness – features about the game this NBA fan personally detests. Alas, I recognize that it’s just a horse-and-pony show that’s used to showcase the league’s greatest players (and some that people still think are great), so I won’t let that get to me too much while I’m watching the game on Valentine’s Day.

Now, after getting that free promotion out there David Stern and his league of supernatural superstars, I feel the need to vent some about the league. I’m saying this now; there’s basketball talk ahead. I warned you.

1.) First and foremost, I want it to be known that over the summer I told several people that I thought the Oklahoma City Thunder would be a playoff team this season. As of this writing, they sit in the 8th spot in the Western Conference – the last team to make it in. However, they’re 6 games over .500 with a 27-21 record that could easily have included a higher number in the win column if a few missed shots had went in. Offensively the team ranks in the middle of the pack, but with the defensive numbers they’ve been putting up that isn’t too much of a problem. They’re 5th in the league in points scored against them (giving up 95.7 a game on average) and 4th in defensive field-goal percentage, with opponent’s only making 43.8% of the shots they take against the boys in blue and orange.

It also doesn’t hurt that should be All-Star starter Kevin Durant anchors the team with his 29.6 PPG average (2nd in the league only to Carmelo Anthony) and whose ability to take over during end-of-game situations proves why he was the best player in the 2007 draft class, and not Greg Oden. The “Durantula” and his supporting cast, which includes three more great college players who have only been out of school for a couple of years in Russell Westbrook, Jeff Green and James Harden (who comes off the bench, mind you), are going to be a threat in the league for years to come as long as the organization can keep this core group united. You throw a more-threatening center than Nenad Krstic onto this team with a few more years of experience, and you’ve got a group that won’t only contend for the playoffs, but could dominate in the Western Conference over the next decade.

That’s of course in an ideal world where players don’t leave teams over things like contract disputes. So, for now I’ll relish in the fact that I predicted this to be true, and so far it’s looking to be the case. They could give someone a scare in the playoffs. Watch out.

2.) Now, many NBA analysts wouldn’t have thought the idea of OKC contending for the playoffs to be all that farfetched, especially considering the revamping and aging of some of the Western Conference’s best teams. However, I can’t fathom that anyone would have picked the Memphis Grizzlies to be in contention this far into the season. I also would wager that the Charlotte Bobcats wouldn’t cross anyone’s mind except when it came time to fill out the Draft Lottery invitations. And yet, if the season ended today, Charlotte would be seeded above Dwayne Wade’s Miami Heat in the Eastern Conference playoffs.

To chock up Memphis’s sudden emergence as a playoff contender to the poor luck that has befallen some of the West’s upper-level teams in the form of injuries (such as Houston’s loss of Yao Ming for the season or New Orlean’s Chris Paul recently going down with a knee injury) would be an injustice. While it’s true that such things have cracked the door open a little wider for teams that previously struggled, the ability to win in the NBA takes more than just good luck. Houston has played exceptionally well considering the loss of Yao Ming and the apparent soured-relationship with Tracy McGrady, resulting in his only playing 6 games all season despite being active and able to go out on the court. Aaron Brooks has played out of his mind at the point, and if Yao hadn’t undergone reconstructive foot , the Rockets would be talked about in terms of championship contention instead of just vying for the precious last spot in the West, I’m sure of it. And don’t get me started on Portland – I’ll discuss them later on.

The Grizzlies’ young core of Rudy Gay, O.J.Mayo and Marc Gasol, along with All-Star forward Zach Randolph and guard Mike Conley (whose injuries have hindered his still-young career thus far), have gelled together and turned into a scary team to play if you’re a team that’s commonly thought of as a title contender. They defeated the Lakers on a night when Kobe surpassed Jerry West as the franchise’s all-time leading score. They defeated the Cavaliers in December when Conley, the unlikeliest among the starting five to take a final-shot, drove to the rim and sealed the deal on a 111-109 Memphis overtime win. They were struggling to reach .500 when they beat the Cavs. By the time they beat the Lakers a nearly two months later, they’re a playoff contender. It’s truly been a shock to witness this occur, especially with all the hoopla that happened with Iverson at the start of the season. It’s strange not being able to mock the Grizzlies anymore with Corey. It’s a good strange, though.

Now Charlotte to me, on paper, looks like a team that should still be contending for the number one draft-pick rather than sitting pretty in the Eastern Conference playoff race with a 24-23 record. They’ve got an all-star in Gerald Wallace, and for a few years he’s been playing a high level of basketball. But who’s left? An injured Tyson Chandler – an overrated center that Chris Paul made look better than he actually was, and Stephen Jackson, who has surprisingly done more good for the Bobcats than harm, a surprising feature given his destructive nature with the Warriors. None of the other players on the roster stand out in any special way, really. And yet, if they continue to at least play .500 ball the rest of the way until the end of the season, they could be looking at as high as a 5th seed in the playoffs. Larry Brown is a mystical being.

3.) I think the Eastern Conference playoff picture is (barring any major injury to an All-Star player or great contributor) set in stone except for the 8th spot. This is how I see things ending up. *The team’s current record as of this posting is listed beside their name – not their final record that will determine playoff seeding.

#1: The Cleveland Cavaliers (39-11) – They’ll be the number one team in the East and as long as they keep playing at the level they currently are, in the entire league as well. The Shaq experiment was a little rocky at first but has since turned into what seems a success. They’re on a 9 game winning streak that includes a win against the Lakers without starting guard Mo Williams, who’s out for at least a month with a shoulder sprain. Delonte West went down during the Lakers game with a finger injury. Daniel “Boobie” Gibson has been doing a fine job starting at the point and has done well in Mo’s absence. LeBron has been LeBron and looks on pace to have another MVP Trophy to add to his shelf. The entire team is playing superbly, pleasing me personally of course, and has a legitimate chance to win it all. Projection: Central Division Winner.

#2: The Atlanta Hawks (30-17) – I think the Hawks are among the most athletic teams in the Eastern conference, if not the most athletic one. They boast all-stars on their team in Al Horford and Joe Johnson. Forward Josh Smith should have been named an all-star and will surely use that to even further propel his team towards the top. They’ve swept the Celtics for the season and have played Cleveland close only to lose both times so far this season. In addition to that, their tendency to lose close games against inferior opponents and their inability to play anything resembling well against the Magic (they trail the season series 0-3) will prevent them from realistically securing the #1 seed. Projection: Southeast Division Winner

#3: The Orlando Magic (33-16) – Dwight Howard is the league’s best center. Any team that has a dominating force such as his in the post will win games. Unfortunately for the Orlando Magic, winning games hasn’t been as blissful as it seemed last year. They rode a high going into the playoffs and to the NBA championship game that was the result of a high-velocity 3-point oriented offense blended with a stellar defensive effort that melded together. Over the summer, they decided that wasn’t enough and decided to trade away key role players on that Eastern Conference Champion team for an aging Vince Carter who has provided some heroics over the course of the season but nothing that a second-year Courtney Lee or back-up point guard Rafer Alston (whom I’m sure they missed when Jameer Nelson was out with injuries again this season) couldn’t have done. They screwed around with a chemistry I’m not sure they’ll be able to find again. Still, they got Dwight and will be at least be a lock to make it to the second-round. Projection: Southeast Division Runner-Up.

#4: The Boston Celtics (30-16) – Age. Injuries. Both are contributors to Boston’s decline this year. As Rajon Rondo has been soaring to all-star status, the pieces around him are falling apart. Kevin Garnett was out for what seemed like forever with a knee injury. Paul Pierce is currently day-to-day with an ankle sprain. It’s the same core group of players that obliterated the Lakers en route to the franchise’s record 17th NBA championship title – but they don’t seem to have the same spirit that team did; they lack the mysticism, the lore that seemed to deem that team untouchable. The 2007-2008 Celtics knew they were going to win the NBA championship no matter what. The 2009-2010 rendition looks like they could be subject to a first-round upset. Projection: Atlantic Division Winner.

#5: The Miami Heat (24-24) – If Dwayne Wade didn’t exist, I wouldn’t have any faith at all in the Heat making the playoffs at all. With Wade in the picture, they could easily surge into the fifth spot into the Easy and give Boston fits. Miami’s going to have to do some major work this summer I think if they want to keep Wade around – the way the team has performed this season doesn’t bode well for the organization retaining the league’s best shooting guard. Projection: Southeast Division 3rd Place.

#6: The Chicago Bulls (23-23) – You could take everything I said about the Heat and replace the word “shooting guard” with “point guard” and “Dwayne Wade” with “Derrick Rose” and sum up most of what I feel about the Bulls. Part of me wants to say they’re actually a better team than the Heat and that Rose’s presence and Joakim Noah’s stellar performance at center this season could make them more likely to bolt to the 5th spot in the East (therefore setting up a rematch with Boston of possibly the greatest playoff series of all time that I’m sure the league would love – I would!), but I feel that Wade’s abilities at this point in time are more refined and will be the deciding factor. Projection: Central Division Runner-up.

#7: The Charlotte Bobcats (24-23) – It’s still hard to believe that this team will more likely than not make the playoffs – and not as a last team to get in! Gerald Wallace and Stephen Jackson will lead the Bobcats to their first ever playoff berth and could give whoever they end up playing (in this scenario, the Hawks) some fits. Projection: Southeast Division 4th place.

#8: The Milwaukee Bucks (21-26)/Toronto Raptors (26-23) – Both of these teams are streaky. The Raptors have an established All-Star in Chris Bosh and have been playing tremendous ball lately. But, it’s hard to think they couldn’t revert back to their losing ways after nights when they lose to the Pacers (a horrid team) by 15. The Bucks, on the other hand, have a great inside presence in Andrew Bogut but have suffered from the injury of Michael Redd and the declining (but still good, especially in rookie terms) performance of Brandon Jennings after his 55-point game. In the East, look for these two teams, or possibly one of these two and the Bobcats, to be the only teams struggling for the last spot in the East. Projection: Bucks – Central Division 3rd Place; Raptors – Atlantic Division Runner-up.

Notable teams missing:

The Philadelphia 76ers (16-31) – This team never looked like a playoff-contender this season at any point, but after nearly upsetting the Magic last year in the playoffs many pegged them as a dark-horse this season. The abandonment of the decent scoring point guard they had in Andre Miller (who’s helming the duct-taped ship in Portland, currently) is a move made in the off-season that turned out to be terrible, and the crazy retirement-not retirement that resulted in Allen Iverson coming back to the team has been the only noteworthy thing the 76ers have done all season. They could still perhaps make a dash for the 8th spot, but it’s tremendously unlikely.

The Detroit Pistons (16-31) – I called this one too, I’m pretty sure. The fall of Detroit has been swift and hard. The absence of Chauncey Billups since last season and the inability to re-sign Rasheed Wallace this past summer has killed this team that just a few years back won an NBA title. The big free agent signings of Ben Gordon and Charlie Villanueva have so far not panned out as planned, and as a result, the Pistons will be in unfamiliar territory this summer: The NBA Draft Lottery.

4.) The Western Conference, on the other hand, appears as though it could still be wide-open. If you were to ask me, just from an eye-test and knowledge of recent NBA seasons, I would say that only three teams in the Western Conference are locks to make the playoffs this season: The Lakers, Nuggets and Trailblazers. What? One of those teams looks off, you say? Shouldn’t Dallas be there? I’ll attempt to justify my reasoning below in my projected playoff seeding for the Western Conference (which, as you’ll be able to tell, was a lot more difficult than the East’s)

#1: The Los Angeles Lakers (37-12) – You would think that Kobe Bryant’s Holly wood ballers would have been the easiest team in the West to seed. If I’d done this earlier in the season, that would have been correct. In recent weeks, however, they’ve struggled against lesser competition and many of the games they’ve won have been more due to Kobe Bryant willing the team to victory or hitting a game-winning jumper at the end. They lost to the Cavaliers, thought by many to be the best and deepest team in the league, horrendously at home on Christmas Day and couldn’t contain Cleveland at their place a couple of weeks ago, even though their starting point guard, Mo Williams, was out with an injury. They’ve lost to the Nuggets, who I personally think is the best team in the West when everyone’s healthy. However, Bryant’s outstanding ability to come through at the end of games and the Laker brand itself, I think, makes it hard to pick them here. I believe the team will eventually get out of the funk they’ve been in lately and will get set back on track for the #1 seed. Projection: Pacific Division Winner.

#2: The Denver Nuggets (33-15) – As of late, the Nuggets have been pulling out wins against good teams without All-Star forward Carmelo Anthony in the line-up due to an ankle injury. All-Star Chauncey Billups is still playing at an exceptionally high level given his age, and Kenyon Martin has taken some of the scoring pressure off Anthony throughout the season and has stepped up in his absence. Center Nene Hilario, referred to usually as just Nene, brings an athletic look to the center position in Colorado. Chris “Birdman” Anderson brings an energy off the bench that is like that Anderson Varejao brings to the Cavaliers – it might not show up in the box score, but it’s fundamental to many of the games they’ve won and their continued success. The Denver have won games against the league’s top two teams record-wise, had their way with the Magic in their only meeting so far this season, and are a couple of missed buckets away from having the best record in the West so far. I believe the Nuggets are the most athletic team in the West and if they play up to their potential won’t have any problem making it to the Western Conference Championship game, at the very least. Projection: Northwest Division Winner.

#3: The Portland Trailblazers (29-21) – As of tonight, the Trailblazers are 3rd in the Northwest Division and sit at 6th in the Western Conference playoff standings. Of course, that doesn’t mean anything because they could just as easily be up to 4th by the end of the night. Over the past decade the Western Conference has been dominant when it comes to depth, but this year it’s absurd. There are only 3 teams that won’t be contending for the playoffs. The Trailblazers, given their insane amount of injuries to thought-to-be vital players on the roster, there should be 4. They’re definitely the scrappiest team in the league. They’ve come together with a roster that starts center Juwan Howard, the last remaining player in the NBA of Michigan University’s “Fab Five”, due to injuries to both Greg Oden and Joey Przybilla, the players on the depth chart ahead of him. He was drafted by the Wizards when they were still called the Bullets. And yet, he’s become an essential piece to what has become a make-shift Portland team. They continue to win games despite injuries to their star #1 draft pick (Oden), Przybilla, All-Star shooting guard Brandon Roy, role-player Travis Outlaw, and even their head coach Nate McMillan! I believe in the ‘Blazers – they might not actually finish this high, but there’s no way you can tell me they won’t be in contention for home-court advantage in the first round once they recover completely from injuries after what they’ve been doing as of late with the pieces they have. A completely healthy Portland team could be monstrous. Projection: Northwest Division Runner-up.

#4: The Dallas Mavericks (30-18) – Judging from what has happened this far in the season, seeds three through eight in the Western Conference could end up being any team aside from the Minnesota Timberwolves, Golden State Warriors and Sacramento Kings. Although, even the Kings could get on a little run and be back in contention if some more bad luck befalls the 12 teams that will be fighting to get in. All that said, the Nowitzki-led Mavericks look to be in pretty good shape, and are the safest aside from whom I see as the top three. The problem with the Mavericks is that it seems to me that Nowitzki is the only legitimate scoring threat on the team most nights. Josh Howard is capable of putting up great numbers, but can be inconsistent and has a questionable demeanor at times. Jason Kidd isn’t the Jason Kidd of old – not to say he still isn’t a terrific passer (he’s one of the best) – but he’s no longer the triple-double threat he once was. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen much of the Mavericks this year because I have no interest in the team that I figure they’ll struggle going down the stretch – who knows? It could also be the memory of them choking in the playoffs a couple of years ago against the Warriors that aided in me falling in love with the NBA, or falling prey to Dwayne Wade the year before that in the Finals. It seems like that has come to define this team, which is unfortunate for Mark Cuban (their owner), because I believe he genuinely cares about his team performing well and shaking that image off. Projection: Southwest Division Winner.

#5: The Oklahoma City Thunder (27-21) – I’ll confess this is partly because I have rooting interest in the team and picked them as a potential underdog in the West before the season started, but this is a legit possibility. They’ve got a youthful core, tons of athleticism and a one of the league’s premier prime-time performers in Kevin Durant – the Thunder could still theoretically win their division. However, I don’t see them overtaking the Nuggets this season, but I do predict that Utah will falter down the stretch and the Thunder will have to duke it out with the Trailblazers (who were seen as the “trendy youngsters” in recent years themselves) for the 2nd spot in their division. I give the slight edge to Portland based on experience only. Projection: Northwest Division 3rd place.

#6: The San Antonio Spurs (27-19) – Tony Parker’s injury could keep this team from winning the division, or I could see them overtaking Dallas easily for the 4th or 3rd spot in the West. I don’t like the Spurs, everyone knows that. I like their uniforms, I like Tim Duncan, I even like their coach – but I’ve been sour with them ever since the 2007 Finals when they dismantled the Cavaliers. All that said though, the Spurs are like the Texas-rendition of the Boston in the sense that they’re an aging group of players that consistently struggle with injuries and the like. Tim Duncan is a hell of a player though. Throughout his career he’s been a silent All-Star, and this year that hasn’t changed. He won’t let them miss the playoffs. Projection: Southwest Division Runner-up.

#7: The Memphis Grizzlies (26-22) – They’re the hottest team in the league right now besides the Cavaliers. They’ve beaten teams they shouldn’t have beaten and possess the same kind of youthful nature the Thunder have. I want to see this happen. The Grizzlies have been the butt of so many jokes I’ve shared with Corey Howell . The franchise has never been relevant really – here’s hoping Huntington, WV native O.J. Mayo can help make it happen. Projection: Southwest Division 3rd Place.

#8: The Houston Rockets (26-22)/The Utah Jazz (29-18)/The Phoenix Suns (29-21) – The Rockets are somewhat like Portland-lite. They too have faced some injury issues (though nowhere near the amount the Trailblazers have faced) and rely on a few established young players to get the job done. The Jazz, on the other hand, actually are second in their division (right behind the Nuggets), but that division is so competitive that it’s hard to imagine 4 teams getting in due solely to them beating up on each other. The Suns are in the best shape to sneak into the playoffs among the 3, with the Lakers being the only other genuinely good team in their division, but their inability to play defense for 48 minutes could, as it always is, be their undoing. Projection: Rockets - Southwest Division 4th Place; Jazz - Northwest Division 4th Place; Suns - Pacific Division Runner-up.

Notable teams missing:

The New Orleans Hornets (26-22) – The Hornets were a great feel-good story a couple years back and Chris Paul is the league’s greatest point guard. That’s the problem – Paul is out for at least a month and it’s that month that will likely cause New Orleans’ recent push for the playoffs to drop-off significantly. David West has also been involved in trade-talks lately, giving the impression that New Orleans was going to be in a “whole-sale” mindset anyway in order to cut costs for the upcoming free agent summer.

The Los Angeles Clippers (21-27) – The Clippers, on the other hand, were more of a “Hey, they could maybe get in!”-team based on some hot stretches recently and the injuries that have crippled some of the other teams in the West. They’ve still got a good group of players, and if Blake Griffin (the number one overall pick) hadn’t went down with a season-ending knee-injury, things could have been different for this Clippers team. They’ll be more of a threat next year for sure if Griffin recovers on schedule and stays healthy.


And so, there are my NBA Playoff predictions. Take them with a grain of salt, because I’m no expert and the league truly is unpredictable in some ways. You know Kobe’s gonna get his 30 points a night if he wants it, that LeBron’s going to posterize somebody on the other team if he so desires, and that the Nets are going to lose.

You can’t predict that Memphis was going to stun the both the Lakers and the Cavaliers in with 2-point victories over each.
You can’t predict that a rookie who played in Europe for a year instead of going to college was going to drop 55 points on the Warriors weeks into the season.
You can’t predict that Larry Brown would be coaching the 13,892nd team of his career to their first-playoff berth in their history.

The NBA: Where Amazing Happens. That’s the league’s mantra.
Amazing will happen. You just can’t predict what it will look like.

1/02/2010

Chilly Reflections

The Weather Channel is telling me it's gonna snow forever in Eastern Kentucky/Southwestern West Virginia. And by forever I mean for at least Saturday. Regardless of how many flakes have fallen and will fall in the coming hours, one thing's certain - it's really, really cold.

So, I've been home for a little over a week or so now. Home - there's a phrase that means so much more than it used to.

During middle school, home was a trailer tailor-made for a family of car-filling clowns that five regular human beings were forced to live in. My half of the dorm room is possibly larger than the room I had in that hunk of metal.

During high school, home was humongous. A room littered with everything I owned, a collection of goods I gave refuge to over the years. Actions figures, DVDs, video games, random gifts and stolen things - all found their place with me.

It's not that simple anymore. Home, I've come to realize, is ambiguous as it gets.

Home is Gamble's soup beans and "fat jokes", Danesha's constant desire to use my laptop, making fun of Carla and going to Pizza Stop with Machelle and deciding that aside from us, the best thing Martin County has made is pizza. Eastern Kentucky definitely has the monopoly on that stuff.

Home is sitting on your butt for 15+ hours with Curtis at your side while you both beat Batman: Arkham Asylum at nearly the same time. Later, after you've went over 24 hours without sleep and crash, home is the Snuggie your mom bought you and a jacket that Erin says makes you look like a blue marshmallow for a pillow.

Home is deciding that it's a good idea to go to Speedy's mom's auction and walking away with two boxes of records, a record player you mistook for a table, some Star Wars toys, three 40 year old magazines, a chair and Speedy - for about six dollars. The chair and Speedy were free.

Home is an apartment in Huntington where your mom and Shawn, her boyfriend, live, where you opened your PS3 and had to take it back the next day. Ah, Christmas.

Home is going through the McDonald's drive-thru with your sisters at 2 o'clock in the morning and realizing that McDonald's at 2 o'clock in the morning sucks because they have 8 or so menu items available. Taco Bell is better anyway.

Home is running into familiar faces at 12 AM...still.

Home is singing along with the radio on our way to Page 3, always able to find something we know the words to.

Home is a lot of what it used to be...but it's not quite the same.

Home is ever-changing. It's watching John Wall run from basket to basket for a thunderous dunk from the eRUPPtion Zone. It's a baby gnome and his mommy. It's kicking ass with an Inferno Tempest deck. It's buying Aeric's food in exchange for cards. It's random visits from Corey Howell. It's Ho burgers. It's impersonating as Amber Arms, with her permission. It's answering phones in the Herald-Leader newsroom at Randy Medema's desk. It's Room 132, Holmes Hall. It's smiling every time I get a text from Erin asking if I want to eat with her and Brittany, cause the answer is always yes, or if not, I want it to be.

Home, now, is a hodge-podge of people, places and experiences that are so widespread that it can't be singled down to an individual state, county, city or holler. It's everywhere.

Right now, home is me, Curtis and Gauze each with laptop in hand watching the snow fall as we steal wi-fi from an unknown neighbor, waiting for the remastered version of Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers to premiere at 6:00 AM. Next weekend it'll be A+ with Aeric and Curtis. Days after that it'll be a hug from Erin Hall that's long overdue but well worth the wait.

I'm looking forward to being home all the time. I guess it doesn't hurt that I'm always there, though.


---Joshua Aaron Moore