Kenny Smith
Kenny Smith
Kenneth "Kenny" Smithis an American retired professional basketball player who played in the National Basketball Association. He played in the NBA from 1987 to 1997 as a member of the Sacramento Kings, Atlanta Hawks, Houston Rockets, Detroit Pistons, Orlando Magic, and Denver Nuggets. Nicknamed "The Jet", Smith was an All-American at the University of North Carolina and a two-time NBA Champion with the Houston Rockets. Smith is currently a basketball analyst, and has won several Emmys for his work on...
ProfessionBasketball Player
Date of Birth8 March 1965
CityNew York City, NY
That was a 10. Even after 15 times it was a 10.
OK, I feel you. But I know one thing. If a NASCAR driver ever got on the court with me, they wouldn't be able to keep up. That would be like me driving a bus in a NASCAR race.
These are the types of communities where we come from, and this is one way we can help take care of our own.
They broke that window out, reached inside and unhooked the chain and unbolted the dead bolt. Then we had a screw through the door that's why he had to kick the door in.
I told them we have to hand things out ourselves. Don't send your handlers. Don't send your agent. I don't want to see your assistants. These people want to see you. That is the message we want to send, and everyone agreed.
This group of seniors is a special group. There are a lot of teams that don't like to come to practice. This team wasn't like that. They loved to come to practice; they loved to talk basketball; they loved to try to do whatever they had to do to win.
The most improved player in the whole Valley. No doubt about it. It was all guts. He's not a kid that you sit down and watch lots of film with because he is what I would call not the most cerebral player, but he's the toughest player.
. . . Grandfathers all the way down to grandchildren are watching this tournament together. Some of those grandfathers played in it, and it's a great tradition.
Terence: nihil humanum alienum a me-"nothing human is alien to me," the greatest expression of ancient megalopsychia or great-souled and cosmopolitan "magnanimity."
Among the multitudes will be found many who cannot discriminate between what is merely wanted and what is needed, what is necessary for bare subsistence and what is indispensable for the sake of the freedom and clarity of one's higher powers.
Nothing in our politics is any longer driven or designed by individual humans who have a name and a face; we have sunk from theism into impersonal and depersonalizing deism, a scheme of rule by alien and implacable abstract metaphysical forces.
If you like capitalism, you will positively love depressions, because they are one and the same, like manic-depressives and their cycles, like spouse-abusers and their storms of violence.
I can't convince myself that it does much good to try to challenge the everyday political delusions and dementias of Americans at large. Their contained and confined mentalities by far prefer the petty and parochial prisons of the kind of sense they have been trained and rewarded for making out of their lives (and are punished for deviating from them). What it costs them ultimately to be such slaves and infants and ideological zombies is a thought too monstrous and rending and spiky for them even to want to glance at.
Should a reasonable person not demand that philosophy should not be foolishly purveyed before people incompetent to see the point of it, as pearls before swine? For Nietzsche is utterly correct: philosophy is only for the healthy and whole-minded, the sick it has always only made even sicker. By means of philosophy they dig themselves even deeper into their pathetic delusions.