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CelticsStrong => CelticsStrong Hall of Fame => Nominees / Discussion => Topic started by: Roy Hobbs on August 26, 2009, 10:09:07 AM
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Use this forum to talk about nominations for the "Celticsblog Hall of Fame". Nominees should include members, threads, front page posts, and just about anything else you love about Celticsblog.
nickagneta will be helping out with this forum, and will be in charge of a lot of the structuring. Please post any questions in this thread, and nick or a member of the staff will try to answer them for you.
P.S. Yes, we know this forum doesn't show up on the side menu yet. We're working on it.
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I think that this is a great idea, just another way to solidify our already strong community here. TP for Nick for putting this long time idea into action.
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So length of membership time doesn't matter? Or cheering for GG when we drafted him?
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Like is there any qualifications someone needs just to qualify for voting on, or is everyone considered?
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yes.
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nomination, that was the word i was looking for, any qualifications to just be nominated?
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nomination, that was the word i was looking for, any qualifications to just be nominated?
nope
just common sense i guess...
of course there are per year nominations
and the memeber had to be active during that period of time
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I nominate Celtic's Will Solomon post as post of the year. I'll go look for it now.
If I can nominate a second post, it would be the Dr. Manhattan recreation during the Ultimate Draft... I'll find and post them both here.
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I nominate Celtic's Will Solomon post as post of the year. I'll go look for it now.
If I can nominate a second post, it would be the Dr. Manhattan recreation during the Ultimate Draft... I'll find and post them both here.
That Dr Manhattan post was hilarious. Just pure genius.
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I just went for a walk, didn't mean to, but I ended up by Will's old place, and I... I couldn't help but look up to see if the lights were on. I knew they wouldn't be, but I had to look, it wasn't the darkness, it was the absence of light that got to me. Next thing I knew I was going to all our old places, the park where we first met, the ice cream parlor, that little coffee shop that was our special place. Every time the door opened I kept looking up, hopeful, only to have my heart ripped from me yet again.
After about an hour of sitting around, hoping against hope, I realized Will was gone. I decided to get some air, walked down the old train tracks, kicking pebbles, sipping cheap whiskey from my paper bag wrapped bottle. When I heard that familiar sound of a Train coming my way, I stood there frozen not sure what to do without Will. Thoughts swirled through my mind, dark things, things I never thought possible. But no, this isn't what Will would want, Will always saw the best in people, things, he would want me to be strong. So I moved, I had to, it's what Will would have wanted, it's all he would have settled for. He was right, I knew he was.
I wandered for a while longer, before staggering home to watch the shell of the Celtics, it wouldn't be the same. Sure the team was still there, but was it? How could they forget him so quickly, how could they move on? Why can't I?
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Most random forum topic, has to be "what number will Jason Williams wear?"
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It's 2009. I am holding a round rubber ball. Its atomic structure is pliant, spongy. A sphere designed to compress and bounce. It intrigues me, briefly. A clock ticks on both sides of me. In twenty-two seconds a buzzer will sound.
It's 1959. Another clock is ticking. It is Janey's pocket watch. The door has locked behind me. A loud humming begins, increases in intensity. In twenty-two seconds I will change forever.
It's a time without a date. Trillions of years after humanity has disappeared. Before me, the last star winks out of existence, with a tiny quantum whimper. It makes a sound not unlike the slow final tick of a pocke****ch that needs to be wound. I am alone.
It's 2009. Again the clock ticks. An opponent, a man of vast power, charges me. Not for me. He desires the sphere. Absentmindedly, I turn myself and the sphere into gas. In eleven seconds, a buzzer will sound.
It's 1959. The intrinsic field subtractor begins to take hold of me. The hum has become an howl. The ringing in my ears is unbearable. In eleven seconds, there will be no ears to cause me pain. I feel fear for the last time.
It's 2009. A menagerie of teammates and spectators are shouting. Shouting at me. I think about human emotion, try to remember the experience of it. It is slipping away. There is a deeper purpose to their shouting, but it is meaningless. Five seconds later, the buzzer sounds. A man in a striped shirt is demanding the sphere. I give it to him. In twelve seconds, the other team will surrender the sphere after hurling it through a metal circle. Six seconds after that, I will be holding it again. All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again in the second half. Repeatedly. My teammates are ****ed. They will be ****ed again later.
It's 2009, later that evening. A group of badly dressed men with recording devices are shouting questions at me. They want to know about a game, and failure. I explain that failure and success are meaningless distinctions, outcomes viewed subjectively through a set of arbitrary criteria. They are not pleased with this response.
The press, the press is taking me apart...
FWF this was solid gold.
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It's 2009. I am holding a round rubber ball. Its atomic structure is pliant, spongy. A sphere designed to compress and bounce. It intrigues me, briefly. A clock ticks on both sides of me. In twenty-two seconds a buzzer will sound.
It's 1959. Another clock is ticking. It is Janey's pocket watch. The door has locked behind me. A loud humming begins, increases in intensity. In twenty-two seconds I will change forever.
It's a time without a date. Trillions of years after humanity has disappeared. Before me, the last star winks out of existence, with a tiny quantum whimper. It makes a sound not unlike the slow final tick of a pocke****ch that needs to be wound. I am alone.
It's 2009. Again the clock ticks. An opponent, a man of vast power, charges me. Not for me. He desires the sphere. Absentmindedly, I turn myself and the sphere into gas. In eleven seconds, a buzzer will sound.
It's 1959. The intrinsic field subtractor begins to take hold of me. The hum has become an howl. The ringing in my ears is unbearable. In eleven seconds, there will be no ears to cause me pain. I feel fear for the last time.
It's 2009. A menagerie of teammates and spectators are shouting. Shouting at me. I think about human emotion, try to remember the experience of it. It is slipping away. There is a deeper purpose to their shouting, but it is meaningless. Five seconds later, the buzzer sounds. A man in a striped shirt is demanding the sphere. I give it to him. In twelve seconds, the other team will surrender the sphere after hurling it through a metal circle. Six seconds after that, I will be holding it again. All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again in the second half. Repeatedly. My teammates are ****ed. They will be ****ed again later.
It's 2009, later that evening. A group of badly dressed men with recording devices are shouting questions at me. They want to know about a game, and failure. I explain that failure and success are meaningless distinctions, outcomes viewed subjectively through a set of arbitrary criteria. They are not pleased with this response.
The press, the press is taking me apart...
FWF this was solid gold.
I second that nomination.
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Im trying really hard, I just dont get it
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Im trying really hard, I just dont get it
It's a Watchmen / Dr. Manhattan reference.
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It's 2009. I am holding a round rubber ball. Its atomic structure is pliant, spongy. A sphere designed to compress and bounce. It intrigues me, briefly. A clock ticks on both sides of me. In twenty-two seconds a buzzer will sound.
It's 1959. Another clock is ticking. It is Janey's pocket watch. The door has locked behind me. A loud humming begins, increases in intensity. In twenty-two seconds I will change forever.
It's a time without a date. Trillions of years after humanity has disappeared. Before me, the last star winks out of existence, with a tiny quantum whimper. It makes a sound not unlike the slow final tick of a pocke****ch that needs to be wound. I am alone.
It's 2009. Again the clock ticks. An opponent, a man of vast power, charges me. Not for me. He desires the sphere. Absentmindedly, I turn myself and the sphere into gas. In eleven seconds, a buzzer will sound.
It's 1959. The intrinsic field subtractor begins to take hold of me. The hum has become an howl. The ringing in my ears is unbearable. In eleven seconds, there will be no ears to cause me pain. I feel fear for the last time.
It's 2009. A menagerie of teammates and spectators are shouting. Shouting at me. I think about human emotion, try to remember the experience of it. It is slipping away. There is a deeper purpose to their shouting, but it is meaningless. Five seconds later, the buzzer sounds. A man in a striped shirt is demanding the sphere. I give it to him. In twelve seconds, the other team will surrender the sphere after hurling it through a metal circle. Six seconds after that, I will be holding it again. All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again in the second half. Repeatedly. My teammates are ****ed. They will be ****ed again later.
It's 2009, later that evening. A group of badly dressed men with recording devices are shouting questions at me. They want to know about a game, and failure. I explain that failure and success are meaningless distinctions, outcomes viewed subjectively through a set of arbitrary criteria. They are not pleased with this response.
The press, the press is taking me apart...
FWF this was solid gold.
I second that nomination.
*blush* Thanks guys - I'm pretty fond of that post, but I'd still have to say if I had to choose I'd go with Celtic's Solomon post. Will was the perfect man for his time and place, and Celtic's post summed up what we were all going through when we heard he was gone :(.
Beyond the post, though, one way or another Will Solomon or the Solomon thread needs to make the HOF. That was probably the most fun I've ever had on here.
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Oh ok, my bad never saw it. Maybe I should!
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I kinda think the Girl Drama thread belongs in the HOF. thats what really got me into the community aspect of CB
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Oh ok, my bad never saw it. Maybe I should!
Read the book - it's better. Either way, be prepared to watch/read it twice, it's a lot better the 2nd time through.
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Oh ok, my bad never saw it. Maybe I should!
Read the book - it's better. Either way, be prepared to watch/read it twice, it's a lot better the 2nd time through.
And then the joke is heeelarious.
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Oh ok, my bad never saw it. Maybe I should!
Read the book - it's better. Either way, be prepared to watch/read it twice, it's a lot better the 2nd time through.
Ditto, and here is another TP for that wonderful post.
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how about the best thread that stayed unlocked way too long?
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how about the best thread that stayed unlocked way too long?
It stays unlocked because half the mods don't understand it. ;)
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I post in it sometimes..but I don't think anyone reads it.
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how about the best thread that stayed unlocked way too long?
It's a great thread, but to acknowledge it is to violate its spirit, so I think you're out of luck ;)
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I have a nomination for HOF humor article:
Jeff's classic Princess Bride Parody -- high level NBA decision-making at its best.
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I have a nomination for HOF humor article:
Jeff's classic Princess Bride Parody -- high level NBA decision-making at its best.
I never read that... Anywhere I could find it?
That's why this is such a good idea, this is going to lead to extremely solid reading being brought to light.
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I'd like to nominate this:
http://www.celticsblog.com/2007/6/14/642579/bostradomus-iii
Always laugh through the good times and he bad.
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I have a nomination for HOF humor article:
Jeff's classic Princess Bride Parody -- high level NBA decision-making at its best.
I never read that... Anywhere I could find it?
That's why this is such a good idea, this is going to lead to extremely solid reading being brought to light.
found it - for the record, Chad Ford loved this one - said it was closer to reality than he wanted to admit :)
http://celticsblog.wordpress.com/2005/06/21/inconceivable/
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I have a nomination for HOF humor article:
Jeff's classic Princess Bride Parody -- high level NBA decision-making at its best.
I never read that... Anywhere I could find it?
That's why this is such a good idea, this is going to lead to extremely solid reading being brought to light.
found it - for the record, Chad Ford loved this one - said it was closer to reality than he wanted to admit :)
http://celticsblog.wordpress.com/2005/06/21/inconceivable/
that was indeed quite good
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Tha thread is dead
The forum is borin'
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I just went for a walk, didn't mean to, but I ended up by Will's old place, and I... I couldn't help but look up to see if the lights were on. I knew they wouldn't be, but I had to look, it wasn't the darkness, it was the absence of light that got to me. Next thing I knew I was going to all our old places, the park where we first met, the ice cream parlor, that little coffee shop that was our special place. Every time the door opened I kept looking up, hopeful, only to have my heart ripped from me yet again.
After about an hour of sitting around, hoping against hope, I realized Will was gone. I decided to get some air, walked down the old train tracks, kicking pebbles, sipping cheap whiskey from my paper bag wrapped bottle. When I heard that familiar sound of a Train coming my way, I stood there frozen not sure what to do without Will. Thoughts swirled through my mind, dark things, things I never thought possible. But no, this isn't what Will would want, Will always saw the best in people, things, he would want me to be strong. So I moved, I had to, it's what Will would have wanted, it's all he would have settled for. He was right, I knew he was.
I wandered for a while longer, before staggering home to watch the shell of the Celtics, it wouldn't be the same. Sure the team was still there, but was it? How could they forget him so quickly, how could they move on? Why can't I?
I just saw this thread - and my first thought was "I don't know about members, or subjects, but I hope to GAWD someone put in the Bynum post." I was literally in tears at work reading this. Uncontrollable laughter. And its also outright brilliant. "it wasn't the darkness, it was the absence of light that got to me." I don't care if that ends up being lifted, that's just so freaking funny.
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I have to say having a Celticsblog HoF is a pretty cool idea
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I have to say having a Celticsblog HoF is a pretty cool idea
Someone implement it! ;D
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I think this is a fantastic idea, not sure if my opinion counts for much considering I'm new here but it's great to honor the hard workers of this blog. :)