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The Fan-Favorite Podcast Returns June 21 with All-New Captivating Conversations.

The new season kicks off with award-winning actress Gabourey Sidibe discussing her unapologetic and witty debut memoir, This is Just My Face….

Additional guests this season include actress Lea Michele, Grammy Award-winning singer Patti LaBelle, former NBA player Kenny Anderson, Gospel recording artist Mandisa and many more. Each episode will be available through Apple Podcasts, Spotify, the ABC News and ESPN mobile apps, Google Play Music,, and
How Former NBA Player Craig Hodges Helped Create the Activist Athlete
Craig Hodges, former Chicago Bull and three-time 3-Point Shootout champ, discusses why he believes he was blacklisted by the NBA for his beliefs.

“I was not only an athlete but a descendant of slaves, a child of the Black liberation movement, and a man willing to fight to make the world a better place for the African-American population,” Hodges writes in his new memoir, Long Shot: The Triumphs and Struggles of an NBA Freedom Fighter. “I would use this visit to help escalate discussions of rising incarceration, reparations for slavery, the causes of street violence, and the plight of Black people in the United States to the highest office in the land, on behalf of the community that raised me.”

So how did Hodges go from being a player on one of the NBA’s greatest dynasties to becoming a precautionary tale for professional athletes who speak out on polarizing issues?

“Systematic racism has gone on for years and people don’t want to speak on it. The issue is ugly. People didn’t want to deal with it and I happened to be the one who did,” Hodges tells Rolling Stone. “The ramifications had other athletes say, ‘Look what happened to Hodges. I don’t want that to happen to me. I don’t want to lose ways to earn money for me and my family.’ I can’t be mad at them for that. Self-preservation is first in our nature.”

Ice Cube's intriguing new 3-on-3 league built on former NBA players may face 2 simple problems

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The Big3, Ice Cube’s new 3-on-3 basketball league, will make its television debut on Monday, shown on tape delay after the live debut Sunday at Brooklyn’s Barclays Center.

The league consists of eight teams, each with several former NBA stars, that play games to 60, with 2-point margins of victory.

There are 4-point shots from 30 feet out, a 14-second shot clock, and player-coaches. Combined with NBA fans’ nostalgia for the names — Allen Iverson, Jason Williams, Stephen Jackson, and plenty more — the league has generated some buzz.

But as the four-game debut demonstrated on Sunday, the league also has two simple, and perhaps big, problems: the way the games are televised, and its players’ ages.

According to The Washington Post’s Tim Bontemps, it took almost six hours to complete, far more than a network can reasonably air live. As a result, the debut will air on tape delay on FS1 on Monday.

It may not be an appealing method for anyone. Fans greatly interested in the games can’t see them live unless they buy tickets. And by the time they’re shown on tape delay on Monday, in the age of the internet, many of the results will already be known. Unless the league changes the length of the games or the number of games played a night, the way the league is televised presents a problem for building interest.

The players themselves are potentially a much bigger issue. As great as some of them may have been in their primes in the NBA, many are now in their late 30s to late 40s and have lost a step athletically. According to Bontemps, Sunday’s debut featured long scoring droughts and injuries to notable players.

Williams, one of the NBA’s most entertaining point guards in the early 2000s, went down on a noncontact knee injury and did not return to the game. Kenyon Martin, once one of the NBA’s most physical and gifted defenders, pulled a hamstring reaching for a loose ball.

Afterward, Martin told Bontemps the injury was an accident, though it sounded like it had a lot to do with the primary problem: age.

“I did everything feasible to get loose … my normal routine that I’ve done for 15 years,” Martin said. “It’s one of those things. Fifteen years playing in the league, I’ve never done this.

"It’s the same routine. Because of my age … it’s got nothing to do with that. Something happened,” he added. “I reached wrong, and I pulled it. You know how many loose balls I’ve reached for in 15 years? I’ve been playing basketball since I was 10. … I’ve never did this.”

And Iverson, perhaps the face of the league next to Ice Cube, was apparently a letdown. Player-coach for the team 3’s Company, Iverson played just nine minutes, going 1-of-6 from the field with two assists, according to Bontemps, despite hearty chants from the crowd for him to play more. Afterward, he made it sound like fans shouldn’t get used to seeing him on the court.

“I signed up to be coach, player, captain,” Iverson said. “The coach part is going to go on throughout the game. The playing part is not going to be what you expect. I’m 42 years old, been retired, what, six, seven years? The only reason I get out there for the couple minutes I do get out there is for the fans, you know what I mean?”

He added: “You’re not going to see the Allen Iverson of old out there.”

Despite these two obstacles, there were reasons for optimism, too. According to Bontemps, there were 15,177 people in attendance, including celebrities like LL Cool J, Fabolous, James Harden, and, of course, Ice Cube. Fans seemed to enjoy seeing some shoving and a technical foul between Jackson and Rashad McCants, a sign that rivalries could develop within the league. And two of the contests ended in game-winners.

Meanwhile, Williams, before his injury, showed his still solid handle (via FS1):

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in the cars universe the pope is a car who rides around in a larger car so i say we switch out the popemobile and have francis ride around on the back of former nba player larry bird
This Lawyer Is Hollywood’s Complete Divorce Solution
No one separates the rich and famous better than Laura Wasser.

So. Let me tell you a story about HW parenting

  • She’s also unflinchingly blunt. One of Wasser’s wealthiest clients likes to complain that when she has custody of her two kids on the weekend, it’s too much work. “I’m like, ‘That sounds like every weekend to me,’ ” Wasser says. “ ‘Also, you have no job.’ ” She once talked another client out of initiating a custody battle because her ex-husband fed a hamburger to their vegan child. “Vegans, man”—Wasser rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry, but no judge is going to take away custody because you gave the kid In-N-Out.” 

and games…

  • “There wasn’t social media the way there is now, but there was TMZ, Radar, Perez Hilton. It was so publicized. The counsel for Kevin Federline was very intent on making sure the case got played out to the press. Much more intent than Mr. Federline was, really.

^^^^ and yet Kevin was blamed for ALL of it, when it was his representation that was playing the game in the press.

  • The best time to file a divorce petition used to be Friday afternoon, she says, because news outlets weren’t paying close attention. Now her only reprieve comes right before a holiday weekend. She files in branch offices when she can (“Santa Barbara is great”), because, she says, their clerks leak fewer documents. She urges clients to tell their spouse that they’re filing for divorce so they don’t find out about it from the news. “The turnaround is so fast,” Wasser says. “I have to tell my clients, ‘OK, the courier is filing it today. OK, he’s in line to file. OK, it’s filed. It will be on TMZ within an hour.’ ”
  • When Wasser has several clients she knows will wind up on the cover of Us Weekly no matter what she does, she submits their cases together, so media attention will be diluted. “I’ll tell my clients, ‘I have someone else, I can’t say who, but you should really wait and file at the same time,’ ” she says. “Why all the celebrity divorces lately?” USA Today asked in August, pointing to the timing of Gwen Stefani’s breakup with Gavin Rossdale and Jennifer Garner’s split from Ben Affleck. Stefani and Garner are both Wasser’s clients.
  • Wasser urges many clients to negotiate an agreement before filing official documents. “I think we worked on it a good year—no, a year and a half—before it came out on TMZ,” says Melanie Griffith, who hired Wasser when she divorced Antonio Banderas in 2014. “And when we did file it, there were some personal things that were agreed upon by Antonio and myself that we had removed from the official papers so they wouldn’t get out.”

and coming news…..

Wasser is working on about 45 cases now, many of them divorces. Several will be filed in March, after the Oscars; her clients don’t want to walk the red carpet alone. She’s halfway through a tuna salad when Samantha Klein, one of the younger partners at the firm, opens the door to ask Wasser to look over an e-mail before she sends it to a client. Then Wasser gets a call from her child’s school. One of her two sons has a report due today, but he’s forgotten his iPad at home. She calls his father to see if he can help out. In the afternoon, Dennis Wasser drops by to talk about a former NBA player who just came in for a preliminary consultation and the European royal who needs help with an eighth divorce.

Go read the whole thing.

45 cases…. let’s play a guessing game.

Who’s the wealthiest woman with two kids, who hates having her kids with her? She’s currently divorced from the kids father.

Of the 45 cases…. any guesses?

Mine include:

- several people you all know 

- A Kardashian divorce

- Naomi and Liev

- Has Halle Berry’s been finalized yet?

- Not a guess but have you seen what Madonna is doing to Rocco and Guy Ritchie? Good thing the judges in UK are siding with Rocco. His mom is controlling and he wants to live with his dad and study in UK. Madonna has been throwing anything + the kitchen sink at Guy for Rocco’s decision. Now she’s losing and getting the judge to scold both of them. Rocco is 16 I think, not smart on her to do this, kid can choose for himself.

- not a guess, Eddie Murphy is having another kid with his new girlfriend, men, his has super busy sperm and hates condoms/birth control clearly. I hope he has Laura Wasser on speed dial.

@drifting-ona-memory what say you?

Former NBA Player Jason Collins To Be Yahoo Sports NCAA & NBA Analyst

By Bob Condor, VP & Editor in Chief of Yahoo Sports

At Yahoo Sports, we’re always look to guide our readers to the best, most relevant, original content we can. And today I’m happy to welcome the latest addition to our lineup, former NBA player Jason Collins.  Jason will provide original video programming for the Yahoo Sports studio including basketball analysis for both the upcoming men’s NCAA basketball tournament and the NBA.

Jason played 13 seasons in the NBA. During his career, he competed at center and power forward for six franchises: the Brooklyn Nets and New Jersey Nets, Washington Wizards, Boston Celtics, Atlanta Hawks, Minnesota Timberwolves and Memphis Grizzlies. Jason was an All-American at Stanford University and played in the Final Four his freshman year.

Jason will debut on Yahoo Sports “Tourney Bracket Live” show on March 15 at 7:30pm ET.


A Day in the Life                                                  

From luxury to politics to technology, Bloomberg is known for capturing compelling images of the day’s top stories. For Bloomberg photographer Andrew Harrer, that means working in one of the most high profile and exclusive places in America — the White House.

In Depth recently spent a day with Andrew as he worked in the White House photographer pool, trailing President Obama and shooting a concert by Katy Perry.

Here are some photos from Andrew’s day.

8 a.m.: Arrive at the Bloomberg office in Washington, D.C., and review the White House “Daily Guidance” report, double checking pool call time and the day’s events. I usually bring extra camera gear with me – probably more than I need – because you never know what you’ll need. For example, President Obama could make an unannounced speech and I’d need a remote camera set up to get a unique angle.

8:30 a.m.: Before I head to the White House, I spend some time planning photo coverage for next week and checking on credentials for next week’s three-day US-Africa Leaders Summit. I also alert the New York photo desk the rundown of the day’s events at the White House so they know what to expect from me.

9:15 a.m.: Double check that I have all the camera gear needed for the day and walk over to the White House with my backpack and rolling camera bag.

9:30 a.m.: Arrive on location, show my pass and talk to the guards on duty as I walk through. They usually ask me about what kind of camera to buy or which lens should be their next purchase.

9:45 a.m.: Unload all my camera gear and laptop onto my pool seat in the “Still Country” area of the press area. Talk to the other photographers from agencies that staff the White House pool every day.

11:21 a.m.: First pool event: President Obama meets with members of Congress on foreign policy. Ushered in by two press handlers into the Cabinet Room. Managed to shoot 53 frames in the 1 minute and 3 seconds we had in the room.

11:30 a.m.: Quickly edit and caption the photos from the Cabinet Room. Not much to choose from since Obama’s speech was so quick and we had limited time in the room. Manage to get seven photos from the shoot, which I send on to the Bloomberg photo desk.

12 noon: Lunch break. It’s a working lunch for me, as I’m continuing to plan for the US-Africa Leaders Summit next week.

1:40 p.m.: Second pool event: President Obama delivers remarks and signs an Executive Order entitled “Fair Pay and Safe Workplace.” After a delay Obama arrives and begins to speak. Surrounded by Labor Secretary Thomas Perez, employers, workers and fair pay advocates, Obama signs the executive order. Again, quickly edit, caption and file the photos to the New York photo desk.

3 p.m.: Pool gathers at the “Palm Room” doors for the third event of the day, which is President Obama traveling to the Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) to introduce newly sworn-in HUD Secretary Julian Castro. The motorcade consisting of our two pool vans, SUVs, an ambulance, police cars and President Obama’s limo “The Beast” weave as fast as possible through the streets of D.C. When we arrive, the pool photographers jump out of the vans and get in place on the back risers. Unfortunately, our spot in the back of the room is too far to capture any good photos. Photographers have to scramble to find chairs so we can see over the television cameras in the center of the room. Screaming and cheering HUD employees greet President Obama and Castro. Eventually the photographers are allowed to shoot photos from the side of the stage, making for better photos and photos that we can use for stories of Obama down the line.

4 p.m.: Motorcade makes its way back to the White House. Uneventful.

4:10 p.m.: Dinner lid is called until 6:40 p.m., meaning if you are part of the pool you are free to leave with no expected events during this time. I stay at the White House and eat a Kind bar.

5:30 p.m.: Wait for the press handler so the photographers can pre-set ladders for the evening event: President Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama are hosting a Special Olympics event in the East Room.

7 p.m.: Pool gathers for the 7:25 Special Olympics event. We walk up the stairs through the North Portico of the White House. The U.S. Marine Band is playing for guests as we rush past to get to our pre-set spots. The East Room is dimly lit and set up with candles and flowers. Guests enter after a cocktail reception. The room hushes as the last guest enters and all eyes are on singer Katy Perry. President Obama and Michelle enter the room greeting the guests. After a speech by President Obama, during which he introduces several Special Olympians, he sits down at a table with America Online Co-Founder Steve Case and former NBA player Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

8:09 p.m.: Pool is ushered out of the East Room, and I again rush to the press area to quickly edit, caption and send photos.

9:00 p.m.: Final event of the night. We are all assuming Katy Perry will be tonight’s entertainment for the concert commemorating the Special Olympics. After a long wait, and an Instagram post later, guests enter the State Dining Room. Timothy Shriver, chairman of the Special Olympics, introduces the seven Special Olympians on stage and thanks President Obama for “bringing change to America.” As President Obama and Michelle settle into the front row, Katy Perry enters in a blue sequined dress. Perry performs “Roar” for the crowd.

10:15 p.m.: Pool is led out of the room as the concert continues.

10:45 p.m.: While editing, someone walks through the press rooms informing the stragglers that we must leave immediately. Hastily pack up all my camera gear and laptop. No time to get through the entire take of concert photos.

11 p.m.: Catch a taxi for a quick ride to my apartment.

11:30 p.m.: Eat dinner at home while I finish editing and captioning photos from the Katy Perry performance. Send out all of the photos from the concert, 11 in all, and I’m finished for the day.

Photographer: Andrew Harrer/Bloomberg

© 2014 Bloomberg Finance LP

Taylor, guess what?

 I’m going to be staying in your NYC neighborhood for work during the first week of March! I know odds are slim that you’ll see this and it’s even more of a long shot that you’ll be in NYC that week and want to meet me. But nothing ventured, nothing gained right? 

 So I’m busy during the day - a girl has to make a living - but I’m sure I could find a way to fit you in my social calendar in the evening or weekend. 😉 Coffee, dinner, Broadway? I’d even cook if you asked nicely (a now former NBA player once told me I made one of the best dinners he ever had and I figure that’s saying something!). 

 From one former farm girl killing it in the big city (though in a MUCH smaller way) to another. I’d be enchanted to meet you!


(and Swiftie friends, I’d be so grateful if you were willing to help me out with getting Tay to see this)

Power vs Passion- Chapter 1

This is my new AU fic, based on icedanceroyalty’s awesome idea. It’s an AU fic in which Meryl and Maks are both contestants on Big Brother. I hope you guys like it, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Maks crouched into a running position, eyes trained on the shiny silver door just a few feet away. This was it. His chance- no, his guarantee- of 500,000 dollars. Maks tried to shut out the roar of the crowd, which was only a distraction from his mission. Finally, he heard Julie announce, “You may now enter the Big Brother house.” Lunging forward, Maks yanked the door open, leading the stampede as the other contestants scrambled frantically to catch up.

Maks tore into a bedroom, throwing his bag down on the biggest bed he could find. Satisfied that he had asserted his dominance so early in the game, Maks strutted into the living room and flopped down on the couch, linking his fingers behind his head as he waited for everyone else to fight it out over who got the remaining beds.

Once the excited squealing died down, the other contestants began to trickle into the living room one by one. As they walked in, Maks tried to size everyone up, anxious to start a power alliance as soon as possible. He’d never live it down if he somehow got eliminated the first week. Scanning his competitors, he saw a few strong looking guys, a couple of acceptable girls, and, of course, the token drama queens and older person.

Clearing his throat, Maks took command at once. “Well, it looks like we have everyone here. Why don’t we-”

“Wait!” Maks heard a high voice chirp as a tiny, dark-haired girl jogged into the living room. Seeing all the couches were full, she sat slowly on the rug, carefully smoothing her skirt over her knees. “Sorry, I was trying to get organized and I lost track of time,” she laughed nervously.

Maks pursed his lips. At least her being there lowered his chances of going home that week. The girl was the textbook definition of a floater if he’d ever seen one. Clearing his throat once more, he continued, “I was thinking we should all introduce ourselves. I’ll start. I’m Maks, I run a small dance studio in LA, and I’m 34 years old. Who’s next?”

Maks tried to remember everyone’s name as they stood, but they all blurred together. Only a few stood out: Chris, a former NBA basketball player; Ben, a stockbroker with a surprisingly authoritative manner; and Juana, a Hispanic schoolteacher who claimed her biggest hobby to be running marathons, laughing as she stood up to flex her huge leg muscles. Maks understood why he remembered them: they’d make a fantastic alliance together. But the one he couldn’t understand was Meryl.

Even hours after they all introduced themselves, she still stuck in his head. And it confused the hell out of him. The girl was tiny, way too small to be of any use in a physical challenge. And judging by her late, flustered entrance, she didn’t even know the game well enough to understand the importance of first impressions. So why did he still vividly remember the way her hair floated delicately over her thin shoulders? Why did he keep envisioning her sparkling eyes, her bright smile as she beamed at everyone in the house as if they were her best friends? Why was the sound of her soft voice still playing in his head like a broken record when he should be getting sleep?

Groaning, Maks rolled over on his stomach, pressing his pillow tightly over his head as he tried to erase Meryl from his memory. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, his memories of Meryl still stubbornly consuming his thoughts.

The next morning, Maks pushed himself out of bed, glancing around through half-closed eyes to see all the other beds in the room still filled with sleeping houseguests. Yawning, he stumbled into the kitchen, sitting down with a protein shake as he tried to imagine what crazy task was in store for the first Head of Household competition. Whatever it was, he had to win. There was no other option.

Maks felt a tap on his shoulder, jumping as he realized he’d been staring blankly at the wall. Blinking his eyes rapidly back in focus, he turned to see Meryl smiling down at him. “You there?” She teased, sliding into the seat across from him. She picked up a granola bar, tearing it open with her eyes still trained on Maks, waiting for his answer.

Maks took a deep breath before answering, “Yeah. I just got distracted thinking about the HOH competition.”

Meryl wrinkled her nose, reminding Maks of a bulldog puppy, bringing a small smile to his face before he could stop himself. Maks shook his head slightly, trying to clear it. Now was not the time for that.

“Oh, that. Why does anybody want to win? It just gives you a huge target.” Meryl grinned at Maks, waiting expectantly for him to agree.

Maks clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “See, I don’t feel like that. Winning HOH gives you power. And power is essential in this game. I want all I can get.”

Meryl’s eyes widened. “Really? I always kind of hated that angle. I want to be the first winner to play a clean game. I don’t want to have to betray people, it’s just horrible seeing what some people have done in the past. Loyalty is everything to me, I just don’t think I could do that.”

Maks snorted, trying his hardest to hide the hint of admiration in his voice as he replied, “Well, good luck with that.” Without another word, Maks spun on his heel and went to get dressed, not realizing he’d left his dirty dishes laying on the counter.

As Maks pulled on his shorts and brushed his teeth, he tried to understand why he’d felt so impressed when Meryl talked about loyalty. It was ridiculous, nobody ever won by playing honestly. He knew that. She’d be lucky to survive the week. So why did her game plan suddenly sound so appealing, so reasonable when it came from her lips?

Maks clenched his fist tightly around the base of his toothbrush, the pain returning him to reality. Honest games were for people who weren’t smart or strong enough to really play. Shrugging off his doubts, Maks walked back into the living room just as Julie came on the TV and asked them to head outside.

When the contestants walked into the backyard, the first thing Maks saw were sixteen pull-up bars. He felt a surge of relief rush through him as he glanced around, awaiting an explanation.

“Welcome, houseguests, to your first Head of Household challenge,” Julie’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker. “Today, your challenge is called Clean Sweep. Each of you will hang from the bar by only your hands for as long as you can. While you do this, the red sweeper will pass under the bars periodically, forcing you to pull yourself up in some way to avoid being hit. If you fall or are knocked off by the sweeper, you are out of the game. The last houseguest standing wins. Does anyone have any questions?”

“No!” Everyone shouted, their enthusiasm echoing off the walls as they took their positions. Maks wiped his palms on his shorts before gripping the bar tightly, waiting anxiously for the challenge to start.

“All right, everyone in position,” Julie announced. “3, 2, 1, GO!”

The bars rose slightly, leaving everyone’s feet dangling just above the ground. Maks felt the muscles of his arms tense as he clutched the bar, determined not to let go.

The sweeper passed under them for the first time, Maks watching it inch menacingly closer, taking out two girls who screamed loudly as they fell to the ground with a thud.

“Jodie, Hannah, you are out of the competition,” Julie said. “Fourteen houseguests remain.”

The minutes ticked slowly, Maks’ muscles contracting with every passing second. He felt his arms beginning to shake precariously, but he gritted his teeth and held on tighter. Periodically, he heard a short yell as another houseguest was taken out of the game, but somehow he had yet to hear Meryl’s name. Maks craned his neck painfully, looking to see who was left. His mouth fell open when he saw only four other people still hanging on: Juana, Chris, Ben, and Meryl.

How was Meryl still in? Maks clenched his mouth shut, trying to comprehend how she could possibly have hung on so long. She must have been way more muscular than Maks originally thought. Just as he began to contemplate including her in an alliance, he heard a high-pitched squeak, reminding him why he’d dismissed that idea earlier.

“Meryl, I’m sorry to say you are out of this HOH competition,” Julie announced. As Maks scanned Meryl’s face for signs of disappointment, she turned to wink slyly at him before taking a seat, trying to fight the smile inching its way across her face.

She’d thrown it.

Maks’ head spun as he tried to imagine why she would throw a competition. He knew why, he knew she didn’t want a target on her back, but he still couldn’t wrap his brain around it. Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice the last three competitors dropping to the ground, pulled back to reality only by Julie’s cheery voice announcing him as the winner.

“Congratulations, Maks, you have been named Head of Household for this week.” Maks couldn’t hear anything else as his fellow houseguests enveloped him with hugs, pure jealousy written all over most of their faces as they tersely wrapped their arms around him, trying to appear sincere. Meryl was the last one in line, and she threw her arms around his neck, a genuine smile brightening her whole face as she whispered, “Congratulations. You did amazing.”

Maks was so caught up in the sudden heat of her touch, the genuine kindness radiating from Meryl’s words, that he didn’t notice that he hadn’t yet let go, still holding her in a tight, comfortable embrace.

Luckily for Maks, nobody else seemed to notice either.

When I watched Space Jam for the first time I had barely any idea what actually happened in it, except for it being centered around Michael Jordan. However I did hear the name “Charles Barkley” a lot and wasn’t entirely clear on who that was.

So when I saw this dog I thought, “Oh, it’s a dog named Charles, Barkley must be a dog pun”. But no. This is just a dog that happened to also be named Charles. Charles Barkley is the name of a real person and former NBA player.

I was actually kind of disappointed. I was wondering how this dog was going to come into play in the film, but he was never involved. He was just… there.