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Back streets and alleys feature cobblestones, loose steps and cardboard to walk across. Feel the freezing breeze as the legs crumble and give to one mother of a wind chill. Nobody rubs this close late at night without it being down William Street. Or with metal slugs in the chamber. Perspective and all, so very clear and charming to the crowd. Rain drops keep falling on the head, but that doesn't mean anything for the fire in pig's bed.
Slip of the tongue and the crackle of the announcer starts with, "Your Tre... Firepower Sydney Kings!" to intro the team as they run onto the court.
Rest of the review of Chinatown; Sydney Kings vs West Sydney Razorbacks - Entertainment Centre - 21/10/06
Tight pants in fishnets walk the aisles handing out bats for those too lazy to stand on the outside rustling through the hands. Tiny dazzlers dole out the tattoos, no spit or water for those without. Dead red on the ends and the upper levels of the Superdome are just as empty save for a few sitting behind glass.
Kings lip the tip and Jason Smith out is out quick with two threes to hold over the hosts' double take. Pedestrian moves endure the length of play, spectacular swatting on show. Lack of finesse is stunning, the lag just filthy. Scores swap leads quick and with no perceptible upper hand for either side. Shuffling forth and back, the two hop on the other with no breath on black. Horns lock out the first, each with 27 on the board, pigs hard to the trough.
A fat man with sweaty fingernails and a brunette without a cap dole free CD mailers to the lingering outside the Entertainment Centre. With the supply from a nearby Defence Force recruitment van, the contents are semi-educational with not nearly enough brainwashing in hand. Their sell is soft and wanting, a desire more on handing out the postal items than in swinging new recruits to lay their lives on the line.
Darkness for the introduction, a cooling turn from the massive hold of heat on the outside in Darling Harbour. Spotty sections of the lower bowl see a call to the upper section to fill it out. Many do, others remain back in their seats not eager to tempt to trot and fall over each other.
Balmain criss crosses with all sorts of vowels and a military imprecision still misses its mark. Like a sticky plague, the bookstore captures another wad of bills, this time featuring animals over the change. Despite heavily sweating, the blue dye remains on the bag as the disparity between Creature Comforts and The Bittersweet Summer weigh themselves for a piece of garlic splinter.
The Flames of Sydney University and the Lightening of Adelaide finish up their game well before the seats are found. The section angle here right between seats with Kings News. Large chunks are taken out with the spectator numbers slightly more than that of the Bondi shield match a few weeks ago. Blockheads are at a minimum, other people having also made their connections down. The last derby of the season between the cross town rivals; The Kings of Sydney and the Razorbacks of the West. One up for each, the deciding match is this and a sudden urge to eat out the left side of the face explodes under the jaw. An urge going on more than a few weeks now.
Falling over the dark, startled by the lack of an adequate buffer between one location and another, an already underway spotlight array highlights the Harlem Globetrotters with introductions that sound as if their names are familiar and known throughout the stadium. Even if they mightn't be, they quickly start to work the crowd into their act with a few launching basketballs into the stands. Each return garners a semi-patronising applause from Paul "Showtime" Gaffney. Acrobatic handling starts the moment any one of them touches the basketballs. Beyond which, the Globetrotters themselves are a well orchestrated outfit that sees the short fry referee, announcer and the New York Nationals, opposition for the night, mixed seamlessly in the entertainment. One big happy family.
Most, if not all, of the act is taken by Showtime Gaffney as he steals not only the show but balls, shoes and a purse. When not on Gaffney, a slam dunking, and hugging and swinging, duo of Curly "Boo" Jackson and Antwan Jackson live pretty much around the rim of either ring, taking to extremes the sheer capabilities of the system. Neat, energetic and just all out fun, the spectacle pays no mind to whatever rules or regulations exist. Feet and legs touch the ball, steps are taken with a liberal dose of extension, the referee is harassed to a cackling degree, delays of game penalties non-existent... it goes on and does in the head of anyone looking to follow the Globetrotters on the basic fundamentals.
Rest of the review of Harlem Globetrotters vs Nationals - Sydney Superdome - 26/11/04
Not even the notion of a free ticket was enough to entice Ryan or anybody else to pry themselves away from the start of the Australian Idol finale between Casey Donovan and Anthony Callea. Left in the mad rush of the Kings' appearance at Martin Place during a Friday lunchtime, tickets to the section under the section under the Philips big screen of the Kingdome. As soon as Goorjian mentions "free," the players were swamped with hands grabby, grabby. Not many of those who snag tickets actually turn up. Ben Knight is one and for what seems like the third game in a row takes his warm-up shirt off glistening against one of the Kings drummer fans who promptly sheds his own. Volume 4, issue 4 of Kings News drapes over every other seat in the stadium. A light and easy read, every other copy is left untouched with attendance in part by those over from the West of Sydney, on for the grudge match, a repeat of last season's final.
King's Mark Sanford really shows some beef as he and the Razorbacks' Simon Dwight take offense to each other's mere court presence. Dwight dunks just over the head of Sanford only to have the Sandman return the favour with his own slam over Dwight. A definite, even under the radar, sizing of each other is going on. CJ Bruton's arm is strapped almighty and this gives BJ Carter on court time. Making for an impressive showing, the later half will be where it's at. Kings tip it out on 31 to 24 to end the first.
Stabilizing a blasted brainstem numbed with a burnt throat, no real sense of doom or elation presented itself. At least not in the wait to the final tip-off of the 2004 NBL Championships. Hype and buzz were mysteriously absent. The Entertainment Centre was filling nicely and with the crowd numbers announced at 9609, cozy is the Kingdome. Few patches remained in the seats but these are always the least bodied. No surprise to see them stocked with a splinter contingent of the rival's fans.
Name bombing started and stopped just as quick. The announcer reeled them off at a moderately speedy pace. Among the spectators, ex-host of ex-show The Resort, Jon Stevens and recycling the affection for Ebi Ere, Glenn McGrath with an ooh-aah of his own. Other names filled out near a dozen. Their attendance at the game means nothing and treated as such by the fans. Even less of a reception was paid to sub-grade singer, Christine Anu. Her availability more than likely the reason she was singing for the night. The Australian anthem is easy and for Anu, easier as singing it she wasn't. Music played over the speakers and the only voices heard resonated from the crowd. She was silent and presumably lip-synching for the fact.
Lost in a myriad of mulch, highlighted by the pale moonlight, a way off a dizzying path found in strengthened lights crossing over the Warm Up Arena. Chants of "Shout it, shout it along," beamed from speakers hoisted 50 metres high and stragglers from the Royal Easter Show were also in the stream. Coaxed into a steady flow toward Sydney Olympic Parks' State Sport Centre, aka the Pig Pen, venue for Game Four of the NBL Championships.
Visually unappealing from the outer, the inner fares from a weak mix of tomato sauce, wood chip and a little body sweat. Not at all overpowering, but there for the keen snorters. Air conditioning, as remarked by Jade the second we crossed the door, was notably absent. Collective heat from all the people like a downtrodden sauna ready for a tune-up and kick start.
Devon, or a weak scent of salami, mixed in with copious amounts of body odour and dressed down sweat were the night's eye watering primer. With nearly a row taken up by the gang in support of the Trendwest Sydney Kings, the few remaining on the left were taken by a family of Razorback supports. One of whom was a rather portly sized—let's just face the fact that she was fatter than the seat allocated—woman. Despite everyone else around her feeling the cool currents of the air conditioning, she just couldn't stop readjusting her armpits and the hold of skin surrounding. At one stage in the night she nearly took out the eye of her son in an akimbo stance.
One man on the far left, right up against the wall of the Entertainment Centre, vocal as he might have been, was quite lame in all of his attempted barbs toward the home team and defending champions. "Get a haircut," directed at King's CJ Bruton was the first of many weak potshots. They got louder, but failed to get better.
Rest of the review of Sheer Asphyxiation; Kings vs Razorbacks - Ent Cent - Grand Finals: Game 3 - 31/03/04
Choking down a wide sized apple, the skin was left hanging over the fence. Jade's brother was at the wheel and tested the G-forces available. Slight, even during rounds in the underground car park. The lower the level, the more fragrant the rotting produce.
Outside the Entertainment Centre, the milling pills were many and in a constant state of flux. The covers band from earlier appearances were still playing outside the McDonalds. Cigarette butts went flying across the paved areas surrounding as the crowd were gearing up for what was billed as a battle of Sin City. Could not find any explanations as to why, but it was. Taken.
Rest of the review of Battling Sydneys; Kings vs Razorbacks - Ent Cent - Grand Finals: Game 1 - 24/03/04
Following the aftermath of the near experiment into deafness came the screaming, the sweating and the uncomfortable feeling of being lost. And then came breakfast. Sometime after downing the daily sustenance that would see enough energy being provided in order to carry out yet another day of futility the phone rang to life. In any event I found myself in a car that was being beckoned by a whole fleet on the edge of a point. On short notice I was ready to watch a local derby match between the Sydney Kings and the West Sydney Razorbacks at the Entertainment Centre. Round Two as it was billed. It could have also been a Hollywood remake. Just like the first, only with a greater production value.
The pre-bought and nearly squandered ticket to the game hinted at a Preliminary at 6pm, and what they might have been like, I have no idea. I was there to watch the main and subsequently arrived shortly before the start, just as the teams were practicing their shots.
Rest of the review of Barbecue Seconds (Kings vs Razorbacks - Entertainment Centre 18/01/03)
It was a Saturday morning and the Ripping Friends were just about to take to the air when a phone call shook away all of last night's attempt at sleep. The invitation was from a friend to watch a match between the Kings and the Razorbacks. While not being much for a fan of sports or crowds I decided to go along. Thirty hours later and the car ride toward the Pig Pen was a success given the fact that with each ditch in the road it looked more and more likely that it would just suddenly fall apart and perhaps explode into a comical heap of Datsun history. But it was a free ride and I wasn't complaining. Parking some streets away from the venue turns out to be quite a saver and I sure as hell wasn't going to chip in for a gold coin, seeing as though I didn't have any money at the time.
Arriving early we got to our seats to find a bar sitting right in front of us and on both of our eye levels. Fearful of people falling from the stands - which just happened to be steep and sparse on comfort - the barriers are constructed of metal wires that would easily slice of anyone's head if they accidentally slipped their neck onto it. Tip-off wasn't for a half-hour so I just dropped flyers that were on the seats from the balcony. These were A grade seats but felt like C. Walking in there wasn't much of an odour coming from the 'Pen. In fact, if anything, it was devoid of an actual smell. But there was a horridly foul stench coming from somewhere. Right next to us some guy had taken off his shoes/sandals. It would have been better for everyone had he gone either barefoot or with boots that lace up and take five minutes to undo.
Rest of the review of Prodding a Basted Pig (Kings vs Razorbacks - State Sports Centre 20/10/02)
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