Thanks for all the concern everyone…but I’ll be okay. Sooner or later.

As you may or may not have heard, my very own Jimmer Fredette got engaged over the weekend. Simultaneously, he broke my heart.

My dear friends, you have been fully supportive of me and I wholeheartedly appreciate that. I know each and every one of you are thinking “What a jerk! After all you two have been through together, and considering how serious you were, he goes and marries some CHEERLEADER? What a cruel soul!”

But I would like to tell you all, that life will go on for me.

I have realized that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t my one and only. And you know what? I’m okay with that.

I’m okay with the fact that I’ll only be able to see him through a screen. I’m okay with the fact that he chose a cheerleader over me. I’m okay with the fact that I’ll just have to be satisfied with the cardboard cut-out of him in my room. Because I am a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man!

The point is, it’s Jimmer‘s loss. Right? Someone please tell me I’m right or else things could get really awkward…

I don’t know what else to say about this, but I need a rebound. Blake Griffin, anyone?

Here is a picture to lighten the crappy mood I’m in:

peace, cheerleaders ruin my life & broken hearts,



Green lights, fights and bites.

Watch this video. It is priceless.

So everyone has been in China. Well, not everyone, but the majority of people that I care about. Okay maybe just Paul Piere (Yao is there too but let’s just be honest here- do we really care about him that much?). And I’m jellin’ over here because I wish I was chillin’ in China with The Truth. and eating chinese food STAY FOCUSED LAUREN.

But anywhoozle, speaking of Paul Pierce, and the C’s, and basketball shoes, check out these. As of right now I think these are the coolest kicks ever- the Nike Air Max 90 Hyperfly, and Paul Pierce wears them. HAWT.

On a more…uncivilized note, I was watching the video of the Chinese team and Georgetown team fighting and all I could do was sit there and laugh/grimace/say “what the heck is going on?” It got me interested in other brawls that have gone on in basketball history, so I googled it and I found an awesome countdown of the top 24 Wildest Fights in NBA History. There were some good ones on there! My personal fave has gotta be Danny Ainge (of course) vs. Tree Rollins. This is what I think about it.

1) Basic overview: Rollins nails Ainge with his elbow and Ainge tried to get him to the ground for revenge. Well, Rollins got the best of it and ended up biting Ainge’s finger. Proceed to make Mike Tyson jokes about biting opponent’s body parts.

2) Someone please tell me why on earth he is called “Tree.”

3) Danny, you were a thin white guy. Did you think you had a large chance?

Sometimes the ‘professionals’ act more crazy than just us normal folks!

peace, rockin’ kicks & mike tyson,


FHDSKLGJHFSKJL Can’t we all just be friends?

I was checking out Bleacher Report a few minutes ago and guess what I realized? This lockout is crapping up everything. EV-ER-Y-THANG. First Deron Williams, and now Kobe wants to go to Turkey?! What is this, everyone is jumping the boat. This season is going to suck and Jimmer won’t get his time to shine. I feel bad for all the recent draft picks, their first season is going to be horrific if even that and they won’t get a good chance to come in and show their stuff.

This made my day. I found on BR the top 20 Players of the Game (of all time!) and guess who wasn’t on there?! LEBRON JAMES. baaaaahaaaaa, suckah. But Dirk Nowitzki was number 12 which I thought was impressive for a German (don’t get me wrong, I love me some Germands). If you wanna look check it out! I thought it was a good mix, plus Larry Bird was number three and that always rocks.

Well, I don’t have anything to write about because I’m still depressed about the lockout. Maybe latah. Here’s a picture to make things less depressing:

peace, no Lebron, & depression,


My Favourite NBA Nicknames

“Big Baby” Davis

“Boobie” – Daniel Gibson

The Enormous Mormon – Shawn Bradley

Joel “The Vanilla Gorilla” Przybilla

And that is my thought of the day. As well as the fact that I believe Phil Jackson is… a character. Merci beaucoup.

peace, munchie/la la (my nicknames!) & family reunions,


As long as I play ball, I can get any woman I want. – Dennis Rodman

This summer I’ve had a rough time not being able to watch my weekly Celtics game and what not. It’s been hard. But now that I’ve found the NBA Hardwood Classics channel, I’ve begun to appreciate basketball on a much deeper level. Not just the current “Who is the biggest, bestest beast right NOW?”

Basketball has it’s own history, and though I know a fair bit about players from ‘back in the day,’ watching them play in their element creates a whole new way of understanding them. You don’t get half the feel of the player from just studying their wikipedia page.

A couple of days ago I was watching an old Allstar game, and I was particularly fascinated with one person- Dennis Rodman.

Yes, I’ve heard the funny stories, read articles, stalked the wiki, but I had never actually watched him play until a few days ago. Boy have I been missing OUT.

Everybody hates Dennis the Menace. Well, not everyone, but you know what I mean. He always created such a rival atmosphere, and took advantage of it by enjoying every second. He was almost like the Lebron James of that time. You’ve got the die hard fans, but with that comes the OH MY GOSH I HATE DENNIS RODMAN club. Personally, I friggin’ love him.  Specifically pointed out for his amazing defensive and rebounding skills, he is arguably the best rebounding forward in NBA history. I agree wholeheartedly.

In June of 1997, during the playoffs, Rodman was fined the largest fine from the NBA of time that because made a comment about Mormons. It’s funny because I’m Mormon…hah. Wild thang.

Now “Worm” is one of my favourite players of all time to watch. From his ever-changing hair to his hilarious altercations, it’s never the same old-same old to watch him play. I’ll definitely be rolling the tapes as much as I can, because Dennis Rodmans don’t come around that often. And when they do, you’ll wanna be watchin’ ’em.

peace, college trips, & psychotic hair,


One day you’ll turn on the ESPYs and see my face.

The ESPYs. My favourite thing ever. Celebrating the best of sports throughout the entire year. My absolute dream would to be an presenter or producer or even the host of the ESPYs. One day, one day.

Blake Griffin won the best breakthrough athlete. Is that such a shocker? Not really. Out of the other nominees Blake was definitely the most well known-and let’s face it- the BEST.

Kemba Walker was a nominee for best championship performance. I thought he should have won but hey, I’m biased.

HAHAHAAHA ”I’m Blake Griffin, and during the NBA lockout I’ll help you reach the top shelf.” ”And if you need clerical work done, look no further than Ron Artest.”

Best Male College Athlete: JIMMER BABY! He said thanks to his girlfriend…that’s dumb. They’re totally getting married, whatever. I’m over it. *sob sob sob* I’m totally not over it.

Dirk Nowitski won Best Male Athlete! Rock on Dirk, we love you and it was such an awesome thing to watch his team stand up for him. You can tell they all work together like no other team, it’s great. And that’s why the Mavs won Best Team!

Serena Williams’ butt is HUGE. She is so cool.

PS- the K-Swiss commercial ended with me on the floor laughing like a freak.

peace, I love the ESPYs, & ipad-ing it up,


Funny story… I’m a freak.

A couple of weeks ago I was at the rec center that is close to our house here in Utah, and my little sister came with to shoot hoops and help me practice by getting my rebounds. We had been there for about half an hour, and a bunch of other guys had started filling up the various courts. A huge guy (he actually looked like a younger version of Jeff Green) came up to me and was like “Hey do you wanna play four on four with us?” and I said “Sure!”

So naturally we got talking, and he motions over to my little sister and goes “Is that yo’ baby girl?” and I’m like “Well she’s actually my sister!” and laughed nervously. Then he goes


Ahh freak. Why does this happen to me. Awky awk.

Something else that is SO weird: Today I noticed that every time I make a lay up, I hold my breath until I come back from the shot then let out a weird breath sound. It’s just…weird. Weird weird weird. I hope no one else notices because it’s freaking me OUT.

Just to add to the weirdness factor of this post, here is a shirtless, 17 year old Lebron James in a cornfield.

peace, shirtless Lebron pictures & people thinking you’re engaged,