These are Our Rockets
Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 11:41 pm
I hope you all will excuse ol' Mr. E as he goes on a preseason rant about the upcoming season, the Rockets and a little bit of life thrown in the mix.
During halftime of the Texans game today I went out on a beer run (stupid no booze before noon laws!) and seeing as how it was a bit chilly by our standards I decided to rock my classic Rockets sweatshirt that I've had since 1993. Yes, it is a bit threadbare and may not be - as my girl says - "fit to be worn in public" but come on...it's my classic Rockets sweatshirt! We don't do cold weather here, so it's pretty much held up over the years. I love this thing and will never get rid of it! I'll wear it until it is falling off of me, dammit!
All that said, this thread is not about my awesome sweatshirt. It is about the conversation I had in line with a fellow beer-buyer trying to get back before the half to watch whomever it was that we were trotting out to play QB in the second half. He made some comment to me about how the lockout was over. I said "yeah, can't wait for the season!" to which he replied something very nasty about the players and how they don't deserve anything and that they should all be out on their ass.
Basically, I ran into the RealGM General Board made flesh...
Anyway, I wasn't in the mood to discuss basketball with a stranger who obviously had his mind made up. I just paid for my adult beverages, chips and made my way home. On the way I was thinking about my own attitude during the lockout. As much as I love our Rockets I was perfectly prepared to lose a season if it meant that we'd get a stronger league going forward. I understand that many are upset still with the owners and/or players and will hold that grudge, but I guess I'm not that guy. I guess I'm easy like a Sunday Morning...when you can't buy beer in Texas...
Look, guys - I'm over it. I love basketball. I always have and I'll always be the biggest Rockets fan you'll find in Houston. No matter who the players are I will watch the team. Yes, I am an admitted Houston-Only-Fan, and I will support my Rockets, Texans, Astros & Dynamo because, you know...they're my teams!
But the Rockets hold a special place for me for so many reasons.
I still recall every detail of the 94 championship, both on and off the court. I remember the look of absolute pain and anguish on Bob Costas' face when he had to interview the Rockets and not the Knicks. I remember driving up and down Richmond Avenue in front of Yagas, Sam's Boat & Sam's Place yelling and cheering with old friends and new friends.
I remember the 95 season and never giving up, only to see what remains the most impressive playoffs run by any team in NBA history culminating with Hakeem and his Phi Slamma Jamma teammate and prodigal son of Houston, Clyde Drexler, holding the trophy high.
I remeber meeting both Sam Cassel and Vernon Maxwell that summer at Cabo over on Richmond Avenue. Sam was as cool as anything and I am not ashamed to admit that Mad Max scared the everliving hell out of me! Yeah, he ending up being cool as hell, but those eyes, dude...the man could make Satan piss himself!
Next years were the attempts at the dream teams with first that guy from Chicago whom I shall not name, and then that guy from Phoenix we all hated, but then loved once he was a Rocket. My favorite part about the Barkley years had nothing to do with what was on the court, tho...rather it was the fact that whenever I would go out people would buy me drinks because they thought that I was Matt Maloney!
Growing up & life made it harder to follow the Rockets after that other than the box score. I was living all over the place and for some reason the bums in Seattle or New Orleans had no interest in showing Rockets games. What the hell was wrong with those clowns??? I still read all about the games and poured over the box scores. No matter where I was in the world - from the Bering Sea to Italy - I was always looking for any news of my Rockets.
I got back home permanantly around the time that some tall, Chinese dude was drafted by our team. Yao instantly became one of my favorite Rockets of all-time, and I still catch myself wondering what could have been. We picked up some guys like McGrady, Moochie, Carl Landry, Kyle Lowry, Aaron Brooks, Luis Scola (traded for the Euro Michael Jordan, if you can believe it!) and two of my other all-time favorite Rockets: Dikembe Mutumbo and Shane Battier. Throughout so much of my life with all of the things going on I can always trace back to who was on the team whenever some pivotal moment of my life happens. Yeah, some may think that is sad; but FU - I'm a fan!
I'm going to stop rambling now and move onto the next thing. I can't wait to see what Morey will do for our team this season! I'd tell you all that this is a good time to be a Rockets fan; but as you can probably tell from ol' Mr. E: it's always a good time to be a Rockets fan.
Looking forward to the season, guys. Let's see what the fellas can do!
GO ROCKETS!!!
During halftime of the Texans game today I went out on a beer run (stupid no booze before noon laws!) and seeing as how it was a bit chilly by our standards I decided to rock my classic Rockets sweatshirt that I've had since 1993. Yes, it is a bit threadbare and may not be - as my girl says - "fit to be worn in public" but come on...it's my classic Rockets sweatshirt! We don't do cold weather here, so it's pretty much held up over the years. I love this thing and will never get rid of it! I'll wear it until it is falling off of me, dammit!
All that said, this thread is not about my awesome sweatshirt. It is about the conversation I had in line with a fellow beer-buyer trying to get back before the half to watch whomever it was that we were trotting out to play QB in the second half. He made some comment to me about how the lockout was over. I said "yeah, can't wait for the season!" to which he replied something very nasty about the players and how they don't deserve anything and that they should all be out on their ass.
Basically, I ran into the RealGM General Board made flesh...
Anyway, I wasn't in the mood to discuss basketball with a stranger who obviously had his mind made up. I just paid for my adult beverages, chips and made my way home. On the way I was thinking about my own attitude during the lockout. As much as I love our Rockets I was perfectly prepared to lose a season if it meant that we'd get a stronger league going forward. I understand that many are upset still with the owners and/or players and will hold that grudge, but I guess I'm not that guy. I guess I'm easy like a Sunday Morning...when you can't buy beer in Texas...

Look, guys - I'm over it. I love basketball. I always have and I'll always be the biggest Rockets fan you'll find in Houston. No matter who the players are I will watch the team. Yes, I am an admitted Houston-Only-Fan, and I will support my Rockets, Texans, Astros & Dynamo because, you know...they're my teams!
But the Rockets hold a special place for me for so many reasons.
I still recall every detail of the 94 championship, both on and off the court. I remember the look of absolute pain and anguish on Bob Costas' face when he had to interview the Rockets and not the Knicks. I remember driving up and down Richmond Avenue in front of Yagas, Sam's Boat & Sam's Place yelling and cheering with old friends and new friends.
I remember the 95 season and never giving up, only to see what remains the most impressive playoffs run by any team in NBA history culminating with Hakeem and his Phi Slamma Jamma teammate and prodigal son of Houston, Clyde Drexler, holding the trophy high.
I remeber meeting both Sam Cassel and Vernon Maxwell that summer at Cabo over on Richmond Avenue. Sam was as cool as anything and I am not ashamed to admit that Mad Max scared the everliving hell out of me! Yeah, he ending up being cool as hell, but those eyes, dude...the man could make Satan piss himself!
Next years were the attempts at the dream teams with first that guy from Chicago whom I shall not name, and then that guy from Phoenix we all hated, but then loved once he was a Rocket. My favorite part about the Barkley years had nothing to do with what was on the court, tho...rather it was the fact that whenever I would go out people would buy me drinks because they thought that I was Matt Maloney!

Growing up & life made it harder to follow the Rockets after that other than the box score. I was living all over the place and for some reason the bums in Seattle or New Orleans had no interest in showing Rockets games. What the hell was wrong with those clowns??? I still read all about the games and poured over the box scores. No matter where I was in the world - from the Bering Sea to Italy - I was always looking for any news of my Rockets.
I got back home permanantly around the time that some tall, Chinese dude was drafted by our team. Yao instantly became one of my favorite Rockets of all-time, and I still catch myself wondering what could have been. We picked up some guys like McGrady, Moochie, Carl Landry, Kyle Lowry, Aaron Brooks, Luis Scola (traded for the Euro Michael Jordan, if you can believe it!) and two of my other all-time favorite Rockets: Dikembe Mutumbo and Shane Battier. Throughout so much of my life with all of the things going on I can always trace back to who was on the team whenever some pivotal moment of my life happens. Yeah, some may think that is sad; but FU - I'm a fan!
I'm going to stop rambling now and move onto the next thing. I can't wait to see what Morey will do for our team this season! I'd tell you all that this is a good time to be a Rockets fan; but as you can probably tell from ol' Mr. E: it's always a good time to be a Rockets fan.
Looking forward to the season, guys. Let's see what the fellas can do!
GO ROCKETS!!!