Colorado Sports Is What This One's About

Published 29 April 05 08:00 AM | Jason Looney 

At halftime of the Nuggets-Spurs game on Sunday, Charles Barkley declared — with authority — that San Antonio would not only win the game, but would win the entire series in short order.  At the time he said this — with authority — the game was tied.  As it turns out, the Nuggets broke the tie and beat the Spurs that night, and now the Nuggets have home court advantage. 

In other news, Punxsutawney wants its fat-headed groundhog back.  Officials say he weighs 300 pounds, is somewhat ugly, and answers to “Free Hot Dogs.”  

Watching the NBA this week, I’ve noticed several former NBA players have turned into coaches, sometimes within a single moment of when they stopped playing professional basketball.  One of the coaches, I’m certain, had just played for the Pacers in the previous game. 

This bothers me, mainly because the leap from a tank top to a suit seems like an awfully big one.  I feel like there should be a “khaki” stage in there somewhere or something.  Athletes from other sports can’t make this kind of leap.  In baseball, managers have to wear the same goofy uniforms as the players.  In football, you go from a padded uniform, to a car dealership shirt, to a jacket and t-shirt for million-dollar business deals, to the golden Hall of Fame blazer, to — finally — a full-on suit for your entry into the Best Quarterback Ever Wing of Heaven Built Just For You. 

Or wait, maybe that was just John Elway’s progression… 

Which reminds me: Do you think John Elway ever signed his letters to Marty Schottenheimer like this?:

Sincerely yours,
s e v e n

Because, if he did, I bet Marty didn’t like it.  I bet it made Marty scared.

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# Chris Jones said on April 29, 2005 12:05 PM:
I was able to track down one of Elway's letters to Schottenheimer:

Dear Schotty (no pun intended),

I'm sorry there's absolutely nothing you can do against me. Especially in the playoffs. I know that has to be really frustrating, so I wanted to let you know--I care. I feel like I may have single-handedly given you a nervous breakdown. You know, I was just on my way to a couple of Super Bowl rings. No hard feelings!

Sincerely yours,
s e v e n

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