I think that's because he's having the last laugh. I suspect Parker has taken all the tough guy humor about weak little Frenchmen and turned it upside-down to make a statement. Parker's girlfriend is this woman named Eva Longoria, who just happens to be one of the stars of this show called "Desperate Housewives." It's the most popular show on the air, where we watch an array of young studs ... mmm, interact with the pleasantly slutty wives of rich, unattentive jerks. Any way you slice it, it's adultery, but it's still better than reality TV.
Game 3 changed everything. Rip Hamilton figured out Bruce Bowen actually can't guard him, Ginobili got hurt, and Detroit played like it did last year. This weekend, the Pistons had no offense. But in Game 3, their half-court offense had a sense of urgency. On several occasions, they had putbacks after missed shots. Before that, Detroit's most demonstrative display of offensive rebounding came courtesy of a Rasheed Wallace putback in Game 2. When he followed a Tayshaun Prince miss with a thunderous dunk, it just proved it even more 'Sheed may be too selfless on offense.
But Game 3 was about Ben Wallace. From a purely intimidating standpoint, Wallace reminds me of Michael Graham. Remember the bouncer on John Thompson's lone championship team at Georgetown? That was a few years before Detroit's original version of the Bad Boys. It was a time when venturing into the paint meant leaving with a butt-kicking. Ben Wallace reminds me of Graham, only with quicker feet, softer hands and a more complete game.
Oh, and one more thing about reality television.
Mike Tyson got beat up again this time by some stiff named Kevin McBride. But after the fight, Tyson had a moment of clarity. It was like he suddenly realized that for the past 15 years, his life has been the boxing equivalent of "The Truman Show." And after a particularly troubling scene, he also realized that he no longer had the desire to perform for an audience pay-per-view or otherwise.
Speaking of pay-per-view I just saw a movie that I would have loved to discuss with you. It's called "Crash." It's about race relations in Los Angeles, and was directed by this guy named Paul Haggis. It's about how all these different people black, white, Persian and Mexican are thrown together in Southern California and forced to grapple with one another's humanity and their own, I guess. Haggis covers a lot of ground in such a short time, and no one character is fully developed. But Haggis' effort is what I think you might call "sterling."
Anyway, Terrence Dashon Howard plays a black TV producer named Cameron. The movie's seminal scene (and I suppose that depends on whose tortured perspective resonates most with you) is when Cameron is carjacked by a young black man named Anthony, played by the rapper Ludacris. During the 'jacking a scuffle ensues. Cameron takes Anthony's gun, and both men end up being pursued by the police. With the help of one enlightened white cop, Cameron manages to hold the police at bay. Afterward, Cameron returns the gun to Anthony, along with a steely admonition: "You embarrass me. You embarrass yourself."