Player of the D.A.Y.

by January 31, 2007

By Sam Rubenstein

SLAM art director Stephen Goggi is getting married. There’s a website for his wedding, written by his fiance. I felt that it was my duty as a man to make fun of him for this, and all of the hilarious details like how they met on friendster and went to Denny’s on their first date. Stephen’s response was to invite me to go to a strip club out in Jersey last night. I thought this was overcompensating and/or bluffing, but at the end of the day he wasn’t bluffing and I couldn’t go, so now it is he that gets to question my manhood. Then today he told me that his fiance goes with him and his friends to the strip club and that she used to work there (as a bartender!!!). I don’t know what to think right now. Is he player of the D.A.Y.? Hmmmm…. Nah.

This is one of those quandaries, where there are two deserving players. Gilbert Arenas for another huge game, or Austin Croshere for his first big game in a long time.

Actually, this isn’t even a tough decision. Gilbert played with the the #1 seed on the line and his second (or third?) banana missing for all but 5 minutes. Big game, big performance. Croshere stepped in on a night when one of the best teams in the league was playing one of the worst. I also happen to have a long-term hatred for Croshere because of what happened on the night of May 23, 2000. Knicks-Pacers, Eastern Conference Finals Game 1. Croshere came off the bench for 22 points, hitting 4 of 5 threes. I watched with some friends, drinking 40s (which I can not physically handle anymore) as the Knicks lost 102-88. It was such a frustrating game, that we decided we had to go outside and play ball at the local playground to get over it. This was when Giuliani was the mayor and to make a long story short, we ended up in a police van which I guess qualifies as the paddywagon, and we all got summonses (plural of summons?). In court, the judge laughed at us and we weren’t even fined. All of this is Austin Croshere’s fault.

So Gilbert Arenas is Player of the D.A.Y.