Reggie is straight up kneeing Tim’s junk here. You can see his voice rising a couple of octaves.
To commemorate last night’s utter destruction of the Miami Heat at the hands of the San Antonio Spurs, here is the man that got me drawing Spurs logos repeatedly in my youth.
Cambridge, MA’s own Patrick Ewing stuffing the shit out of Karl Malone. Sweet Ricky Pierce sighting, too.
Happy All-Star weekend, from me and Dominique, the most underrated All-Star of them all. Sayeth Mr. Charles Barkley, “He’s probably the most underrated player of our generation.” Well said, sir.
I used to paint much more than I currently do, but felt the urge to get back on that horse recently. I always loved this image of Mr. Russell calmly berating a flabbergasted official, so figured I’d get rolling again by painting it. I ended up making Mr. Russell look older than he was in the image, but overall, I am happy with it.
I love these subsets that Fleer would do with basketball and baseball, but the concepts behind the artwork is often lazy and obvious. “Michael can jump so well…. it’s like he has…. hmmmm…. like he has jet rockets instead of legs! Yes! Brilliant! He’s so out of this world! Wait a second… that’s it! I’ve got it!!!!”
Jesus Christ. 17 years ago. Wow. Honestly, I don’t really remember many details abut this show, aside from the fact that I’m sure we were pumped to be a part of it. The Boys Club were great - they were a bunch of our friends who played Weezer covers. Worked oddly well at hardcore shows, for some reason. Another funny fact about this show I am now realizing is that our bassist at the time was in the Boys Club and Gambit, too, so he tripled that shit up that night.
