People I respect ~ Charles Barkley

Charles Barkley
… I Bog stvori eBay …

Pre 10+ godina, kada sam se i ja bavio sportom koliko god sam ozbiljno to mogao, i kada su igrali ljude koje i dan danas smatram sportskim uzorima, vecina mojih vrsnjaka je imala razne vrste memorabilija svojih idola… Ja nisam… Para nije bilo, a kada bi ih i bilo, postojali su prioriteti i ovakve stvari nisu mogle doci na red… Zato danas, kada pogledam fioke i ormare, sem par knjiga i svesaka nemam bas mnogo stvari koje bi me podsecale na taj period… Mozda i najlepsi u mom zivotu, uprkos silnim problemima…
Kako mogu da zapevam onu Bulatovu „Krenulo mi u zivotu, ja sam dete srece, a rekli su da od mene nista biti nece…“ doslo je vreme da se prisetim nekih stvari i ljudi… Vremena ocigledno nemam, jer poslednjih post u ovoj kategoriji.. poslednji post koji je uopste i dosao iz moje glave, napisan je mnooogo davno… Ipak… Eto… 2007. se zavrsava, vreme je podvuci crte… Radilo se mnogo, ali to je valjda i ocekivano… Zaradilo se lepo… Ispravljene su neke nepravde i danas zahvaljujuci podnaslovu ovog pasusa ja imam neke stvarcice koje su mi bile uskracene kad je za njih bilo vreme. Prvo je dosao Ericov dres iz 1994-1995, a nedugo zatim i Charlesov iz poslednje godine u Sunsima…

Charles Wade Barkley… Sir Charles… „The Round Mound of Rebound“…

I debela deca mogu da skacu.
Debela deca mogu cuda, samo ako hoce.

Za neupucene… Charles Barkley je igrao profesionalnu kosarku (NBA) od 1984. do 2000. i to igrajuci za Filadelfiju (era koju su obelezila zivotinjska zakucavanja), Finiks (najbolje partije karijere, rivalitet sa Jordanom, titula MVP uprkos porazu u finalu playoff-a), Hjuston (poslednje cetiri sezone u kojima nas je zabavljao svojim cudima).
Bio je mali, celav, debeo i smesan, ali to uopste nije bilo bitno, pored onakvog srca u grudima. Legenda kaze da su ga u srednjoj skoli zvali Fatsy, da, uprkos neverovatnim brojkama u srednjoskolskim godinama, niko nije hteo da mu da stipendiju, dok u polufinalu drzavnog prvenstva nije razorio jednog od najperspektivnijih igraca lige. Tada je Sonny Smith, u to vreme asistent u Auburn-u svom glavnom treneru rekao „a fat guy… who can play like the wind“, i istorija je pocela da se pise…
I moze sad da se pise u njegovim kosarkaskim majstorijama… ali onda me ne bi okrpila ni slobodna nedelja a kamoli par sati koje sada imam… Ovakvi tekstovi su i do sada bili samo teaseri da pogledate sami ili se prisetite ako ste voleli slicne ljude…

Zasto sam cenio bas njega?

Iako je bio nizak, nije hteo da se pomiri sa tim… Uvek je sebi dodavao 5-6 cm kada je govorio o svojoj visini. Uprkos tome, on je godinama bio jedan od najboljih igraca lige. Jedan od najboljih skakaca… Kako to Bill Walton rece jednom prilikom: Barkley is like Magic [Johnson] and Larry [Bird] in that they don’t really play a position. He plays everything; he plays basketball. There is nobody who does what Barkley does. He’s a dominant rebounder, a dominant defensive player, a three-point shooter, a dribbler, a playmaker. E … to je bio merak gledati… Kako naizgled mali covek zverski uzima skokove, kako neverovatno sutira, asistira… kako igra odbranu koja i najvece igrace razoruzava… I jel to sve? Naravno da nije… Charles je isti ko Chuck (Chuck Norris will not take shit from anyone)… Uostalom, sto kaze Gojko u Munjama… Lepo kaze Charles Barkley – „Sto ulazis u frku kad si slabiji“… Nikada necu zaboraviti on i off court tuce u kojima je ucestvovao… Koliko prokleto lud treba da budes da se pobijes sa Shaq-om?!
Neverovatan igrac, neverovatan covek… Beskompromisan… Nekad nepromisljen ali uglavnom iskren…

Samo nekoliko citata za kraj…

I don’t use numbers, I use logic.
People always ask me if I had any regrets in my career, remember when I threw that guy out the window, I regret I was on the first floor
I voice my opinion, if people don’t like it they know what they can kiss.
I don’t care what people think. People are stupid.
I figure if I kill the first one, word will get out. (on how he plans to handle his daughter being old enough to date)
Do I have a gambling problem? I do have a gambling problem, but it’s not really a problem because I can afford to gamble.
All I know is, as long as I led the Southeastern Conference in scoring, my grades would be fine. (regarding maintaining his GPA while at Auburn)
This is my schedule: I wake up in the morning, decide where to play golf and drink beer all day
Bunch of high school kids with $70 million contracts. Damn! I hate my mother for having me too soon! (on the influx of high-schoolers into the NBA)
I’m still trying to get my grandmother off her old behind and into the Olympics. Why not? She can dust. (on the sport of curling)
I heard Tonya Harding is calling herself the Charles Barkley of figure skating. I was going to sue her for defamation of character, but then I realized I have no character.
These are my new shoes. They’re good shoes. They won’t make you rich like me, they won’t make you rebound like me, they definitely won’t make you handsome like me. They’ll only make you have shoes like me. That’s it.
(Charles in response to Kenny Smith’s jokes about his weight) I am not fat, it’s the camera, it puts on 10 pounds. (Kenny Smith) Well, there must be a whole lot of cameras!

To die…

Hunter Patch Adams: Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, Demised, departed And defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God’s way of saying, „Slow down.“
Bill Davis: To check out.
Hunter Patch Adams: To shuffle off this mortal coil.
Bill Davis: To head for the happy hunting ground.
Hunter Patch Adams: To blink for an exceptionally long period of time.
Bill Davis: To find oneself without breath.
Hunter Patch Adams: To be the incredible decaying man.
Bill Davis: Worm buffet.
Hunter Patch Adams: Kick the bucket.
Bill Davis: Buy the farm.
Hunter Patch Adams: Take the cab.
Bill Davis: Cash in your chips.

Patch Adams (1998)

I lecture on insignificance

Fame is a terminal disease. It screws you up worse than your mom and dad. Somewhere in the late twentieth century the pursuit of fame became a way of life. Suddenly everyone wanted to be fa¬mous. Newscasters, journalists, weather men, astrologers, cooks, interns, even lawyers for God’s sake, everyone went nuts trying to grab their fifteen minutes of fame promised by the pop philosophy of Andy Warhol. It replaced life after death as mankind’s greatest illu¬sion. Fame! You’ll live forever. Fame! Your chance to revenge your parents. Fame! Take that, you nasty kids who were so cruel to me at school. Fame! A chance to screw yourself across the flickering face of history.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame.
This syphilis of the soul was caused of course by the arrival of television and the instant attention of the new mass media. If the medium was the message, then the message was crap, for the TV screens were filled from morning to night with a constant twenty-four-hour shit storm. No one was spared. Not presidents, not princes, not popes, not people’s representatives. Knickers off, panties down, coming live at you in ten, nine, eight . . . Kiss and tell, kiss and sell, bug your neighbors, tape your friends, grab an agent and sell, sell, sell. Intimacy? Privacy? Forget it. Notoriety? Shame? No such thing. Fame. That’s the name of the game. Private life was washed away under the tidal wave of freedom of speech. It didn’t matter whether you were famous for murdering a president or inventing a pudding, now fame could travel at the speed of light, everyone was just a sound bite from stardom.
No one remembers the name of the anarchist who started World War One by murdering the archduke in Sarajevo in 1914. Everyone remembers Lee Harvey Oswald. Fame! A rifle shot away. Providing you have television. Fame, the intellectual equivalent of waving at the camera. „Look at me, Ma! I’m here. I’m real. I’m on TV.“ Sad, sick, and deplorable, isn’t it? I mean in the 1990s even agents be¬came famous, for Christ’s sake. And what do we call the famous? Stars! I mean hello. Have we no sense of irony? Look up-look up at the real stars. Billions of them? Billions and billions of the buggers. Don’t we get it? There is no fame. There is no immortality. There is no life after death. There are just millions of tiny grains of sand scraping away at each other. We’re on the planet Ozymandias, peo¬ple! Look on my works ye mighty and despair! The grains of time, grinding away at our insignificance . . . well you get the picture. You’re intelligent. You’ve read this far at least.
But who the fuck are you to lecture us on our insignificance? I hear you ask. Not unreasonably. OK, my name is Reynolds. Given name William. Better known as Bill. Actually, Professor Bill, which is better than William, and much better than the quite awful Billy. And that’s what I do: I lecture on insignificance.

From „The Road to Mars“ by Eric Idle

How do you expect me to respond to this?

Harry: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you.
Sally: What?
Harry: I love you.
Sally: How do you expect me to respond to this?
Harry: How about, ‘You love me too’?
Sally: How about, ‘I’m leaving.’
Harry: Doesn’t what I’ve said mean anything to you?
Sally: I’m sorry Harry, I know it’s New Year’s Eve, I know you’re feeling lonely, but you can’t just show up here, tell me you love me and expect everything to be all right. It doesn’t work that way.
Harry: Well how does it work?
Sally: I don’t know, but not this way. (Walking away)
Harry: Well how about this way. I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love when you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts, I love that after I’ve spent the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because its New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible.
Sally: That’s just like you, Harry, you make it impossible to hate you; and I really hate you, I really hate you (said while simultaneously smiling and crying, then the big KISS).

When Harry Met Sally
Billy Crystal & Meg Ryan