May 25th, 2005




No offense, but I’ve never gotten the Neal Pollack thing. Today I understand a little. In a piece for Slate about the Phoenix Suns he writes:

The coach, Mike D’Antoni, doesn’t get out-cooled by his team. Though American by birth, he’s arguably the greatest player in the history of Italian basketball. He’s married to a model and hangs out with the Benetton and Versace families. TNT recently showed vintage footage of a shirtless D’Antoni, wearing the same crisp ‘stache he still has today, holding aloft a trophy while a crowd of Italian revelers dumped champagne on his head. The Italians call him Arsenio Lupin, after a movie about a cat burglar. That’s not a reference that means anything to me. I call him Coach Pornstache.

That’s alright.

  1. The Principled Traditionalist May 25, 2005 at 7:12 pm

    There is no justice. People like this guy have careers writing and I am schlepping computers for a living. Lord have mercy.

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  2. Anonymous May 26, 2005 at 4:15 am

    I’m with JVL. Not bad at all. Except that the dude has never heard of Arsène Lupin. Dude. Seriously. In the words of the Tick’s enemy Handy, Read a book!.–Bill Walsh

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