Reggie Lewis....

....November 21, 1965 – July 27, 1993



...16 years ago today (well.. yesterday) Reggie Lewis passed away.
for those of you that don't remember him.. I found a touching, wonderful article over at LOY's Place...
I still remember that day like it was yesterday... it was a crushing blow to this 13 year old Celtic fan... we'll never forget you #35....

LOY's Place

He was the quiet Celtic with a smile that was infectious. He was reserved and somewhat shy but his actions, both on and off the basketball court, spoke much louder than any words could ever do. He was the captain of the Boston Celtics and their leading scorer. He was a devoted husband, father and a friend to all who knew him well. He was the hope of a new Celtics generation. Reggie Lewis was only 27 years old when he died of a heart attack on Tuesday, July 27, 1993. We still tearfully remember him today, 16 years later.

Reggie Lewis was born in 1965. He was raised in a modest urban home in Baltimore, Maryland and lived with his mother, Peggy, and brothers, Irvin and Jon. At an early age, Reggie already loved basketball and was often found on a basketball court. Hist footprints appear in the cement outside of the court that he played on as a child.

Lewis enjoyed success and early fame as a key member of a 50-0 Dunbar High School basketball team that also featured future NBA players Reggie Williams, David Wingate and Tyrone "Mugsy" Bogues. His talent led him to Northeastern University, where he exceeded everyone's expectations as a starter for the Huskies. In his freshman year he averaged 17.8 points per game and by his senior year he was averaging 23.3 points per game. Lewis lead his team to 4 National Atlantic Conference Titles and ultimately NCAA Tournaments. The Huskies captain graduated as the team's all-time leading scorer, ninth-best in NCAA history, and in ceremonies on January 21, 1989 had his familiar number 35 retired to the Matthews Arena rafters.

Reggie was drafted by the Celtics with the next to the last pick in the first round of the 1987 draft. Like most rookies in Celtics history, his first year was a learning one and Reggie mostly watched and learned. He observed and learned and pushed himself in year two and appeared in 81 of the 82 regular season games and finished his sophomore season averaging 18.5 points per game. More importantly, he stepped in and comforted Celtics fans' fears and worries, after Larry Bird missed almost the entire season due to surgery.

Celtics fans witnessed true flashes of brilliance in Reggie's game during 1991-92, as he averaged a career-best 20.8 points per game (he averaged the same figure the following season) while playing in all 82 games. He posted a spectacular career-high 28.0 points per game in the 1992 playoffs and was the lone Celtic to be named the NBA Eastern Conference All-Star Team. Reggie was named the team's captain after Bird's retirement in 1992.

On April 29, 1993, the Celtics began a first-round playoff series with the Charlotte Hornets. The setting was the old Boston Garden. The Boston Garden at the time was the only arena in professional sports that did not have air conditioning. Opposing teams would profess that the Celtics intentionally turned up the temperature as a way to create an edge over the unsuspecting and unconditioned. Several opponents throughout the years had fallen victim to dehydration and related nausea. The Garden created perhaps the greatest home edge in all of sports. This night, the Garden was hot and humid as usual. The Celtics were on their way to a blowout victory and it was still early in the first quarter. Their captain, Reggie Lewis, could not miss a shot and had already scored ten points within the first three minutes.

After going to the basket and grabbing a rebound through several defenders, Lewis began to head back down the court. Suddenly, his body slumped forward towards the court. Although the fall was sudden, it did not initially appear to be concerning because Lewis returned to his feet within a few seconds and checked himself out of the game. Complaining of dizziness and a black out, Lewis sat out the remainder of the first half while team doctor Dr. Arnold Scheller attempted to diagnose the cause of the black out. At halftime, Lewis mentioned that he had some grapefruit juice just before the game that tasted too bitter. With the high degree of humidity in the Garden coupled with the possibility of bad juice, Scheller, an orthopedic specialist, recommended that Lewis be allowed to continue to play in the second half. In that half, teammates noticed that Lewis' legs were very wobbly and he came back out of the game almost immediately.

After the game, Lewis was sent to New England Baptist hospital where he underwent a battery of tests that were supervised by a "dream team" team of 12 of the most respected cardiologists in the Boston area. After thorough testing, the team of doctors diagnosed Lewis to be suffering from ventricular tachycardia, the most dangerous form of arrhythmia. They concluded that Lewis was lucky that his first symptom was not sudden cardiac death and merely a fainting episode.

Reggie was frustrated because the diagnosis meant an end to his basketball career, but he became angry with the doctors because they kept pursuing whether cocaine could have been an explanation. Lewis checked himself out of the care at New England Baptist Hospital in the middle of the night and sought out Brigham & Women's Hospital chief of cardiology, Dr. Gilbert Mudge.

Dr. Gilbert Mudge had been following the story and even prior to Reggie's contacting him, Dr Mudge claimed to have been suspicious of the Dream Team diagnosis due to what he believed to be inconsistencies and discrepancies in Lewis' test results. After performing his own battery of tests, Mudge called a press conference in early May of 1993 and stated that Lewis was not suffering from cardiomyopathy but merely from a curable neurocardiogenic fainting disorder. Mudge prescribed beta blockers as treatment and pronounced Reggie physically fit to return to playing professional basketball the following fall.

On July 27, 1993, Lewis entered the Brandeis arena with a friend to prepare for a fullcourt pickup game that night. After about an hour on the court without even working up a sweat, Lewis crumpled near the 3-point line. It is ironic that the police officer in the news recently for the arrest of the Cambridge professsor is the same person who was first on the scene when Reggie collapsed and who tried to resuscitate Reggie on the site. Nearly two hours after he collapsed at 5:07 p.m. on July 27, 1993, the hospital announced that Reggie Lewis was dead at age 27. In the wake of his death, the heart wrenching news came out that earlier in the day, Reggie's wife Donna had just found out that she was pregnant with their second child. She never got to give Reggie the news.

Then, over subsequent months and years, it became very ugly. There were unconfirmed reports that cocaine had been at least partly responsible for the tragedy, and a debate arose among doctors whether the death could have been prevented. "The real tragedy is that right now we should be saying, 'Reggie has a pacemaker and can't play basketball anymore,' " Kevin McHale said after Lewis' death. "Instead we have to mourn him."

After his death, still reeling from the personal loss of their captain as well as the loss the previous year of Len Bias, the Celtics tried to pick up the pieces and go on. They petitioned the league for relief from his salary but were denied. It seemed the franchise was given one blow after another and it took them 22 years to recover from this devastating series of events. Since then, the league has given injury exceptions to several teams. The Blazers had gotten relief from Darius Miles' contract because of his knee injury and as is well known to most Celtics fans, they were put back on the hook for it when he returned to play last season. The Rockets will be given cap relief for Yao Ming's injury this year, even if he returns to play this season. But the Celtics were given no cap relief for the death of their captain.

The Celtics retired #35 in Reggies's honor on March 22, 1995. Reggie's accomplishments on the court are well documented. He is only player in the history of the Celtics to have registered 100 rebounds, 100 assists, 100 steals and 100 blocked shots in a single season which he did in the 1991/92 season with 394 rebounds, 185 assists, 125 steals and 105 blocks. Reggie once blocked four shots from Michael Jordan in one game.

Reggie Lewis left fans around the nation with memories of his basketball accomplishments. But also memorable was what he did off the court. His contributions to the community were just as consistent as his jump shots. Reggie began an annual giveaway where he purchased hundreds of turkeys and gave them to underprivileged families in the area, without any media or fanfare surrounding it. He was always seen with a smile and was a genuine caring person. Reggie's widow, Donna Harris-Lewis, has continued her husbands legacy of kindness through the Reggie Lewis Foundation, which still annually sponsors the turkey giveaway that Reggie began.

After his death, The Reggie Lewis Track and Field Center, was opened in Roxbury, Massachusetts. The center was funded partially by Lewis and routinely hosts major track and field competitions as well as home basketball games for Roxbury Community College. Reggie's greatest influence on people occurred off of the basketball court. Reggie had strong morals, humility and compassion which is why the cocaine rumors that were started were particularly heart wrenching for those who knew him. Today, 16 years after his death, we remember Reggie and can only think of what might have been. There will never be a clear method of telling just how good Reggie Lewis would have been. We caught a brief moment. We have many memories. Rest in peace, Reggie. We love you and miss you.





...another great article here

The Pussification Of America Continues....

Picture a doctor in your mind’s eye, and what do you see? A stethoscope, maybe. Perhaps a little black bag. And almost certainly a white lab coat.

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But that last item may be destined for oblivion.

The American Medical Association is studying a proposal made at its annual meeting in June that doctors hang up their lab coats — for good. The group’s Council on Science and Public Health is looking at the role clothing plays in transmitting bacteria and other microbes and is expected to announce its findings next year.

The objections have already begun.

“The coat is part of what defines me, and I couldn’t function without it,” said Dr. Richard Cohen, a clinical professor of medicine at Weill Medical College of Cornell University and an attending physician at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. “When a patient shares intimacies with you and you examine them in a manner that no one else does, you’d better look like a physician — not a guy who works at Starbuck’s.”

As Dr. Cohen suggests, in the popular imagination, a white lab coat is as much a part of a doctor’s persona as a cowboy’s 10-gallon hat or an engineer’s pocket protector. A Postgraduate Medical Journal study in 2004 found that 56 percent of patients surveyed felt that physicians should wear them. About 94 percent of schools of medicine and osteopathy in the United States have “white coat ceremonies” whereby new students don the garment to signify their entry into the profession.

Still, the current lab coat resolution reflects a growing suspicion that doctors may not be, well, always as clean as they can be. One 2004 study found that 48 percent of neckties worn by a sampling of New York City doctors and clinical workers carried at least one species of infectious microbe. Two years ago, the British National Health System adopted a “bare below the elbow” hospital dress policy that bans long fingernails, ties, hand and wrist jewelry — and, of course, lab coats.

“It doesn’t benefit the health of the patient if we wear a white coat,” said Peter Ragusa, the author of the resolution and a student at the Yale School of Public Health.

Mr. Ragusa acknowledged that little data existed that definitively ties lab coats and other accoutrements to the infections that kill nearly 100,000 hospital patients in the United States annually.

“I know I can’t prove it,” he said, “but my hand moves from one patient to another, and if my sleeve is rubbing from one patient onto another, then the potential for transmission is significant.”

Any battle against lab coats will be hard fought, said Nancy Tomes, chairwoman of the history department at Stony Brook University and author of “The Gospel of Germs” (Harvard, 1998).

“This is a reversal of tradition,” she said. “The way the physician showed his care for patients, beginning in the late 19th century, was to go from his street clothes into a white lab coat.”

This change took place in part because doctors wanted to spruce up their dubious reputation. Until the advent of such medical reformers as Abraham Flexner and Sir William Osler about 100 years ago, medical training in the United States was notoriously lax. Lectures, not clinical experience, were the norm. It was the age of horse sense and the quack.

So to more closely associate themselves in the public mind with sound science, physicians began donning the lab coats that were being worn by chemists and other laboratory types. These coats were generally beige. But white soon became the standard.

“Our notion since the 1880s, when the germ theory of disease began to take hold, is that microbes hide in dark, dirty places, and that white stands for purity, both material and moral,” said Guenter Risse, a physician and author of “Mending Bodies, Saving Souls: A History of Hospitals” (Oxford, 1999). “Wearing white coats was a symbol that you were clean.”

And yet, despite their powerful cultural history, white coats may be on their way out anyway. Not because of fears about disease, but because the authority they once connoted has been supplanted by anxiety. The term “white coat syndrome” or “white coat hypertension” is now commonly used to explain the nervousness that many patients feel upon seeing their doctor.

“There’s been a trend toward taking the coats off in the last 20 years because they were felt to be intimidating,” Dr. Risse said. “In this mechanistic and impersonal age of medicine we’re living in, some doctors have felt they could establish a better relationship in their street clothes.”

But plenty of doctors still cling to their white coats and are taking issue with Mr. Ragusa. “To quote one guy,” he said, “ ‘Are we going to go around naked?’ ”

Article By THOMAS VINCIGUERRA
Published in the New York Times on July 25th, 2009




Honestly... Doctors Can't wear White Lab Coats Because of Germs!? This is a clean cut case of two things, Political Correctness Run Amok and the BLATANT Pussification of America. Since the 1800's Doctors have worn the Lab Coat and all of a sudden it's a Fucking issue!? Proooobably not. Grow The Fuck up, Shut The Fuck Up, and Get a Fucking cause that matters....

Fucking Osh Kosh B'Douche....

Palin Resigned....**sigh** Gooood......

Disclaimer: "I Am Jack's Bigcat" is not responsible for side effects that may result in the full listening of this pathetic, babbling, ignorant douche's full speech....I just added the video to send the point home...

Now If Only this F**king lady would DISAPPEAR FOREVER....I'm sick of her "Gosh! Gee-Wizz" bullshit...lets get fucking real, the fact that people even support her makes me sick and SERIOUSLY makes me ask the question...."Is the Average American a Fucking Sheep!?"

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted....

That lead singing weirdo creeps me out....but it's the Message of that song just speaks to me....


Probably because I'm on Vacation...hahaha

"You Will Not Go Get Your Gun..."

Prostitute Remix.....

... Hopefully the first of many



http://chinese-democracy.blogspot.com/

Calvin And Hobbes Quotes....

Reality continues to ruin my life.

Weekends don’t count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.

A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.

Life’s disappointments are harder to take when you don’t know any swear words.

In my opinion, we don’t devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

What’s the point of wearing your favorite rocketship underpants if nobody ever asks to see ‘em?

As a math atheist, I should be excused from this.

I’m not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information

Calvin: I’m a genius, but I’m a misunderstood genius.
Hobbes: What’s misunderstood about you?
Calvin: Nobody thinks I’m a genius.

“Bad news Dad. Your polls are way down.”
“My polls?”
“You rate especialy low among tigers and six year old white males.”

“What state do you live in?”
“Denial.”

I go to school, but I never learn what I want to know.

Hobbes : “Do you think there’s a God?
Calvin : “Well somebody’s out to get me!”

“The world isn’t fair, Calvin.”
“I know Dad, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favour?”

Hobbes : “It says here that by the age of 6, most children have seen a million muders on television.”
Calvin : “I find that very disturbing…it means I’ve been watching all the wrong channels.”

To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.

So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they’re already met?

It’s only work if somebody makes you do it

Girls are like slugs - they probably serve some purpose, but it’s hard to imagine what.

“I’m never gonna get married. Are you?”
“Hmm…I suppose if the right person came along, I might. Someone with green eyes and a nice laugh, who I could call ‘Pooty Pie’.”
“POOTY PIE?”
“Or bitsy pookums.”
“I think that would affect my stomach a lot more than my heart.”
“Bitsy pookums I’d say. Yes snoogy woogy, she’d reply…”

The surest sign of intelligent life is that they haven’t visited us.

I was born intelligent, But education ruined me!



... goodnight all

It's In My Uritur Boff.....

Baba Booey Never Fails To Disappoint....

Return From Hiatus....

Sorry for my hiatus, I'm sure no one actually noticed execpt for bandonox himself, who has consistantly busted my balls over the fact. Let The Games Begin....

Phil Anselmo Plays "Nutshell".....

...enjoy
( and please excuse the obnoxious audience)

Jesse Ventura On Larry King....

..as always, telling it like it is

"Wait, wait....I don't think I heard that right...."

....."you're replacing me with WHO!?"

via Blabbermouth
Ozzy Osbourne has revealed to Classic Rock magazine that he is currently searching for a new guitarist for his solo band.

Classic Rock caught up with Osbourne last week at the Slash & Friends gig in Norway, where the whispers backstage had guitarist John 5 lined up as a possible replacement for Zakk Wylde.

"Well, I'm getting a new guitar player as we speak," Ozzy told Classic Rock, "and everyone has been saying to me for a long time, 'Get Johnny 5!' And I tried him at one time and I didn't really give him a chance. We'll see, I don't know. I haven't fallen out with Zakk, but Zakk's got his own band, and I felt like my stuff was beginning to sound like Black Label Society. I just felt like I wanted a change, y'know?

I've got a guy from Greece coming in — not the musical, the country of Greece — but I'm not going to say too much about it, 'cos I don't know myself at this point. I've got a new album, I'm working on it as we speak. I've got a studio at my house and I've got a guy called Kevin Churko, the guy that did the last album — he's great to work with.

And it's great to have your own studio. On one hand it's great and on the other it's not, 'cos when you're at the studio you can go, 'Sorry darling, I can't get home for dinner, I'm stuck at the studio' But she can fucking come down stairs now! But I'm just enjoying my life now"

Classic Rock: So you're taking it easy recording this album?

Ozzy: "Oh yeah. Zakk came down and did a bunch of stuff and I don't know if I want to use it but I've got it there if I do. And this Kevin Churko is a bit of an all-rounder so I'm getting back to basics in some respects. One thing about a guy who can't do all the finger-tapping stuff is that he plays better on the riffs 'cos it's not all [hums riff for 'Iron Man' followed by over-the-top widdling]."

Classic Rock: Does Heaven & Hell having a new album out make you more competitive?

Ozzy: "No. Not in the slightest. I really wish them well. I mean I've been out of that band three times longer than I was ever in them. But people say, 'What do you think about Dio?' He's great singer. I've grown up since the days when I used to get pissed and slag him off. For whatever it's worth, good luck to them. I don't want to make enemies — I made enough when I was drinking, I try to make friends with people these days!"

thanks to chinese-democracy.blogspot.com


Fucking Ozzy... Shitting on the people that REALLY matter once again... Good job, buddy...
If it weren't for Zakk Fucking Wylde, you'd be playing the bars with Jake E. Lee... Sharon's got you all twisted up, dude... Fire Zakk... Sue Tony... All due respect to John Lowry as a guitar player.. Why the fuck don't you just hire an established band with existing chemistry to back you up.. So great.... John, Blasko, and Puffy Bordin... Fuck.. While you're at it... just fucking fire Puffy too, hire John Tempesta.. and call yourself "Oz Zombie" ...then continue to think you're one of the fucking Beatles instead of the ORIGINAL SINGER FOR BLACK FUCKING SABBATH ... which I think you may have forgotten... Try to remember what buttered your fucking bread in the first place , man.... I'd say just hang it up... but we both know Sharon will never let that happen until the day you fucking die... She likes shopping waaaaaay too much to let her paycheck sit home and enjoy his golden years...
He WANTED to retire a LONG time ago... anyone remember "No More Tours"?
This is how it should have ended:

...Now he's a fucking parody.. a fucking JOKE... even to his greedy wife:


.. I hope Ozz realizes his error in judgement and asks Zakk to come back...
... and Zakk says "NO"

A Looking In View VIDEO.....

...Classic Fucking AIC
...and a teensie bit of content NSFSV

New, Title Appropriate, Megadeth...

... "See Metallica... Do THIS!"



.. this is the best shit from Mustaine & Co. i've heard since "Rust In Peace"...
...period.