Rest in Peace, DJ.

February 23rd, 2007 Dirk
Former Celtics great Johnson dies at 52

Associated Press
Posted: 11 hours ago
 

 
  Dennis Johnson, the star NBA guard who was part of three championships and teamed with Larry Bird on one of the great postseason plays, died Thursday, collapsing after his developmental team’s practice. He was 52.Johnson, coach of the Austin Toros, was unconscious and in cardiac arrest when paramedics arrived at Austin Convention Center, said Warren Hassinger, spokesman for Austin-Travis County Emergency Medical Services.Paramedics tried to resuscitate him for 23 minutes before he was taken to a hospital and pronounced dead, Hassinger added. Mayra Freeman, a spokeswoman for the medical examiner’s office, said there will be an autopsy.The Toros postponed home games Friday and Saturday nights, the NBA Development League said.”He was one of the most underrated players in the history of the game, in my opinion, and one of the greatest Celtic acquisitions of all time,” said former Boston teammate Danny Ainge, now the Celtics’ executive director of basketball operations.

“D.J. was a free spirit and a fun personality who loved to laugh and play the game. We had spoken at length just the other night about basketball and his excitement about coaching the Austin Toros. ”

Johnson played Toros player Jamar Smith in a game of 1-on-1 after practice and everything seemed normal, player Anthony Fuqua said.

“He was being Coach Johnson out there talking trash, playing basketball, dribbling around and shooting,” Fuqua said. “Everything seemed fine. We’re all in shock.”

Toros spokeswoman Perri Travillion said she was talking with Johnson on the sidewalk outside the building when he collapsed. Johnson was joking about getting a parking ticket.

“We were laughing,” she said. “He just collapsed.”

Travillion said she called 911 and that Johnson never regained consciousness. She said Johnson did not appear to have overexerted himself at practice and didn’t complain of any discomfort before he collapsed.

Johnson, a five-time All-Star and one of the top defensive guards, was part of the last Boston dynasty. He spent 14 seasons in the league and retired after the 1989-90 season. He played on title teams with the Celtics in 1984 and 1986 and with the Seattle SuperSonics in 1979, when he was the NBA finals MVP.

“Whether he was leading his teams to NBA championships or teaching young men the meaning of professionalism, Dennis Johnson’s contributions to the game went far beyond the basketball court,” NBA commissioner David Stern said. “Dennis was a man of extraordinary character with a tremendous passion for the game.”

Johnson was a favorite teammate of Bird’s, and the two were part of one of the most memorable plays in Celtics history.

During the fifth game of the 1987 Eastern Conference finals against Detroit, Bird stole Isiah Thomas’ inbounds pass under Boston’s basket and fed Johnson, who drove in for the winning layup. Boston won the series in seven games but lost to the Los Angeles Lakers in the NBA finals.

“Dennis was a great player, one of the best teammates I ever had, and a wonderful person,” said Bird, now president of the Indiana Pacers. “My thoughts and condolences are with his family at this difficult time.”

Bill Laimbeer, the center on that Pistons team, remembered Johnson as a “great player on a great ballclub.”

“He played with passion and grit,” Laimbeer said. “It was fun to play games like that. You always enjoyed it. It made for not only great games, but great entertainment.”

In the 1984 finals, Johnson guarded Magic Johnson effectively in the last four games. In 1985, he hit a last-second jumper against Los Angeles that won the fourth game. In 1986, he was part of a team that featured four Hall of Famers – Bird, Kevin McHale, Robert Parish and Bill Walton.

“He was truly one of the good guys to play in the NBA, and he was a great teammate who was fun to be around,” McHale said.

Johnson had a reputation for delivering in big games.

“I hate to lose,” he once said. “I accept it when it comes, but I still hate it. That’s the way I am.”

He averaged 14.1 points and 5.0 assists for his career. When he retired, he was the 11th player in NBA history to total 15,000 points and 5,000 assists.

“Dennis was a great player for the Sonics. He helped us win a championship and was the MVP of the finals,” said former Seattle coach Lenny Wilkens, now the Sonics’ vice chairman. “But more importantly, he was a tremendous person. He seemed to be enjoying coaching in Austin, and was in great spirits. He’s left us way too soon.”

Johnson made one all-NBA first team and one second team. Six times he made the all-defensive first team, including five consecutive seasons (1979-83).

“As far as a person, he was a great competitor,” Sonics teammate Jack Sikma said. “He wouldn’t let things pass. He would cause some friction if he felt strongly about something, but with our team that was a good thing.”

Johnson was born Sept. 18, 1954, in Compton, Calif. He played at Pepperdine and was drafted by Seattle in 1976. Johnson was traded to Phoenix in 1980 and Boston in 1983.

He also was the Los Angeles Clippers’ interim coach at the end of the 2002-03 season, going 8-16.

He is survived by his wife, Donna, sons Dwayne and Daniel, and a daughter, Denise.

Propaganda!

February 21st, 2007 Dirk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=625LPUACix0

It says it all for me.

February 15th, 2007 Dirk

Peter Baker writes in The Washington Post: “While the House of Representatives debated weighty matters of war and peace yesterday, President Bush headed to the YMCA.

“In a brightly lighted basement gym, he visited children bending paperclips into different shapes and urged Americans to volunteer as mentors. He talked not of armies in Iraq but of ‘armies of compassion’ at home. Even the kids seemed confused. One asked why he came. ‘I came to see you,’ the president responded. As the cameras clicked away, a 7-year-old boy made peace signs. ‘Put your hands down,’ Bush chided playfully.

When one child asked President Bush why he was visiting the District's YMCA Anthony Bowen Center, he said,

Songs in eulogy II

January 19th, 2007 Ryan

  Hey All,

  This is Ryan’s friend Dirk posting from Portland.

  On the previous blog Ryan had run a thread regarding personal musical choices for your own funeral. Though I never contributed at the time, I wanted to share what my sister and brother in law played at my Father’s memorial service. He died last month.

  

Ramblin’ Boy

He was a man and a friend always
He stuck with me in the hard old days.
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled ’round in the rain and snow.

[Chorus]
And here’s to you my ramblin’ boy
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy
And here’s to you my ramblin’ boy
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy.

In Tulsa town we chanced to stray
We thought we’d try to work one day
The boss said he had room for one
Says my old pal, “We’d rather bum!”

[Chorus]

Late one night in a jungle* camp
The weather it was cold and damp
He got the chills and he got ‘em bad
They took the only friend I had.

[Chorus]

He left me here, to ramble on
My ramblin’ pal, is dead and gone
If when we die, we go somewhere
I’ll bet you a dollar, he’s ramblin’ there.

[Chorus]

* hobo jungle

 

  The kids and grandkids took Dad’s ashes up to the San Juans and turned them loose in Blind Bay on Shaw Island (followed by a chaser of Bushmill’s). This is one of his favorite Pete Seeger songs that we all sang.

Acres of Clams

I’ve traveled all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I’ve tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled
And I have been frequently sold

For each man who got rich by mining
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that was sure

So, rolling my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
I started one morning to shank it
For the country they call Puget Sound

Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hair on the back of a dog

When I looked on the prospects so gloomy
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumping-off place

I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil
For two years I chopped and I struggled
But I never got down to the soil

I tried to get out of the country
But poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away

And now that I’m used to the climate
I think that if a man ever found
A place to live easy and happy
That Eden is on Puget Sound

No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
As I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams