Yes. Sansa. The irritating whiner who kicked off the domino effect that started pretty much all the pain in Westeros by lying to King Robert in Season One? The one who basically got her own father killed?
Possibly more hated than Joffrey in Season One.
The Lamest Stark™ is a much better, much cooler character than Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Khaleesi, Stormborn, The Unburnt, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, The Haver of Nicknames, who has been smashing and burning that glass ceiling since her brother got his very snug golden crown fitted?
Whenever I bring up my dislike for Delly’s play style, I’m met with, “quit your sooking and man up! It’s a contact sport.” – “he’s not dirty, he’s just clumsy” or, “he’s Aussie!”
I understand and respect Aussie camaraderie. We are supposed expected to stick by each other no matter what – purely based on the fact that we’re Australian… but I’m sorry, I can’t stand by and blindly support Delly’s blatant disregard for the well-being of other players. He was recently voted as the dirtiest player in the NBA in a poll by his own peers and coaches, no less. Continue reading →
So Nick Kyrgios has declined to represent Australia in tennis at the Rio Olympics, and cited the Australian Olympic Committee’s treatment of him as a reason for his withdrawal.
The response from the sporting public has been predictable: “GOOD! Kid has an ego and throws tantrums on-court. He Tweets too much. He doesn’t deserve to wear the sacred Green and Gold, reserved only for good, hard-working Aussies.”
Are sunnies part of the uniform? Why aren’t the lenses green and gold!?
Australia’s Rio Olympics Chief, Kitty Chiller put it like this:
“I think some of Nick’s comments in social media in the past week shows he doesn’t really understand what it means to be an Australian Olympian.”
The dirty truth of her comments might not be obvious to most. However, the hidden meaning of her comment is plain-as-day to any second-generation Australian.
Nick has been hung out to dry by the Australian Olympic Committee because he’s not Aussie enough.
I’ve been to the Melbourne Derby of the Big Bash League. Great atmosphere. Perfect family-friendly sporting event. Non-stop crowd engagement and loads of pyrotechnics and colour.
There were 37,000-odd people at the MCG during that game. The Melbourne Stars won by 1 run on the final delivery of the game. An ideal and exciting scenario for the Big Bash League (BBL) and their efforts to attract supporters and crowds and ratings and sponsors.
Nice of them to wear pyjamas given the game ran well past Kevin Pietersen’s bedtime.
But at the same time, something was niggling at me. I couldn’t shake it.
Since Michael Jordan retired, the closest basketball has come to the mythical “Next Jordan” has been Kobe Bryant.
His skill set was almost a carbon copy of Jordan’s. The post-up moves… the ability to finish in traffic… the little tricks to create space… the footwork on both ends of the court… in many ways Kobe was very very very very close to being “The Next Jordan.”
Kobe even had better shooting range than Jordan, who rarely shot the ball at a high level from distance.
As a defender Kobe was extremely proficient… but Jordan was a few shades better.
And of course as a leader and as a winner Kobe was a poor imitation.
With Kobe Bryant announcing that this will be his last NBA season after 20 years with the Los Angeles Lakers, there has been an outpouring of emotions from NBA fans.
Some NBA fans who are lamenting the loss of the “greatest player since Jordan.”
But I have a harsh truth for Kobe’s legions of fans:
Tim Duncan was the Greatest Player of Kobe Bryant’s generation.