Roles and Responsibilities:
Communicate with team public relations staff before, during and after game
Identify impactful players to interview from winning team
Think of relevant questions to ask player
Film and ask player questions before posting on NBA twitter with hashtag #NBAPostgame
Players Interviewed:
"Empty out your desk and go home" - @JustCallMeDjm
"The whole league's gotta be demolished and started over because of this tweet." - @MucciBandana
This is a story about vindication.
May 21, 2017
My day started like any other day. I woke up at 10:00 a.m., had a coffee and then pretended to do something at the gym. I ate lunch, strolled the streets of the Upper West Side and bought nothing. I returned home, almost watched a movie, almost started a new TV show, then showered and headed into work. It had been a rigorous day.
It was Game 3 of the Eastern Conference Finals between the Cleveland Cavaliers and Boston Celtics and I was on the powerful keys that is NBA Twitter. At some point early on in the game the arena showed a video of comedians Amy Schumer and Dave Chappelle sitting next to each other court side.
I got a GIF of it, thought of a caption and fired it away to 25 million people. In my mind, the copy was simple. "Amy and a fan on @NBAonTNT. #NBAGIF."
It was a harmless joke. Nobody was getting hurt. I didn't think anything of it.
I noticed there were more replies than usual. Within minutes, there was an uproar on social media.
The replies kept flooding in. I read every single one. Apparently I was now a racist, an 18 year-old intern and my personal favorite: I didn't know who Dave Chappelle was. Life comes at you fast.
I assumed it would blow over that night. I mean, after all, Avery Bradley did hit a game-winner to lift the Celtics to victory. But no, nobody cared about that. The internet wanted the head of whoever tweeted "Amy and a fan."
The next day, chaos would ensue. Barstool called it the "most disrespectful tweet of all-time."
"Whoever runs the NBA Twitter can take his seat at the front of the line, the first face on the Mt. Rushmore, as the creator of the worst tweets ever typed and sent. We need a congressional hearing to find out who sent this, what their intention was, and why they hate America. Forget all this Trump/Russia shit, this asshole who disrespected Chappelle in such a matter needs to be on a one-way trip to Pluto."
Dan Le Batard posted a twitter poll about it. Ryen Russillo did an entire segment about it on his show (he had my back). Reddit had an ongoing thread about it. The tweet was everywhere. It was mayhem.
S/O Questlove
Like most things on the internet, it eventually blew over. I wasn't satisfied though. What did Dave think of the tweet? Did he even see the tweet? Does he even care?
This is a story about vindication.
February 18, 2018
It's the NBA All-Star game and anybody who is anybody is at Staples Center in Los Angeles.
In addition to tweeting about fans, a big part of my job includes taking pictures of players, celebrities, and fans during an NBA game. On Sunday Night, there was an All-Star roster both on and off the court. I saw Kevin Hart and followed him with my iPhone camera. He went over to hug someone. It was Dave Chappelle. As tempting as it was to caption the video "Kevin and a fan," I steered clear.
This is a story about vindication.
Halftime comes and the players are mingling with the countless celebrities sitting court side. I see Chappelle exiting the court, shaking hands with (cough cough) fans and realize this is my chance.
I had actually gotten word a few months prior from a mutual friend, Joco, that Chappelle thought it was funny, but needed proper confirmation. My heart starts beating like the sound of Jumanji. I approach him, reach out my hand, and introduce myself as a friend of Joco's. I couldn't just come in hot with the tweet. I needed to get his attention first.
I then explain how I'm the person who tweeted the now infamous "Amy and a fan."
He immediately starts laughing. "That was you?!?"
I black out.
"Did you get in trouble for that?"
Still blacked out.
Dave walks away. This 1 minute interaction was everything I'd wanted and more for the past 9 months. Everything had finally come full circle. I felt free, like when Stanley Yelnats throws the rattlesnakes off him in Holes after being called a thief. Or like when a blindfolded Peter LaFleur defeats White Goodman. That free. I had defeated the internet.
And yes, Dave and I have transitioned to a first name basis now.
Dave and a fan (Photo: @zgayer)
Roles and Responsibilities:
Events Covered:
Moments Captured for Instagram:
James Harden at the social media circuit
2018 All-Star MVP LeBron James
2018 #VerizonDunk champion Donovan Mitchell
Stephen Curry, Michael B. Jordan, Caleb McLaughlin and Miles Brown at #JrNBADay
We live in a weird world. We don't want to walk anywhere and we don't want to get in taxis with strangers anymore. Instead, we'd rather get in Toyota Camry's with strangers and rate them. Seems legit.
There needs to be some sort of etiquette shown from the drivers of these ride-sharing apps such as Uber or Lyft. As a frequent user of these apps, I dove into this very important issue.
1. Don’t ask me my preferred route.
In many cases, this is how the beginning of an Uber ride generally starts:
Driver: Wesley?
Me: Yep. Hello.
Please note: This dialogue can easily be flip-flopped. You are often times the one presenting your name with a question mark. Anyway...
Driver: How are you?
Me: Good.
Driver: I see you’re going to Lego Land. Any preferred route?
If my driver asks me this, we’re immediately off to a rocky start. It’s not my job to pull up Waze on my phone. It’s my job to sit in silence on my phone and check Instagram for the next half hour. This happened to me recently in San Francisco. My driver, Samir, presented me with two different options on how I’d like to get to my destination. I told him what any logical person would say, which is the fastest route possible. Samir, however, was not having it. He wanted me to choose. I struggle enough with decisions so I wasn't thrilled about this. Nonetheless, I pulled up Waze and picked one, naturally choosing the wrong route. My route included an abortion march down the streets of San Francisco, forcing us to sit in traffic for an hour. Finally realizing this may take the next week, Samir, decided to turn away from the parade, past my hotel and go the other route. This is why I shouldn’t be making the decision. Don’t be a hero.
2. Have a phone charger. (Bonus points: Phone chargers that are ALSO an aux cord)
This is really so obvious. There should be an option when you request an Uber to make sure your driver has an available phone charger. After we exchange the initial formalities, my immediate next question is always if they have a phone charger. I don’t even think about it anymore. The words just slide out of my mouth, even if my phone is at 100%. In addition, there's always that one person in your friend group whose phone lives at 18% in low power mode. So, yeah, an iPhone charger is neccessary.
Me: Do you have a phone charger
Driver: iPhone?
Me: Yes.
Driver: Sure. Sorry about the cord, it’s kind of short.
Me: All good. I’ll hunch over and hurt my neck.
In extreme rare cases, a driver won’t have an iPhone charger, and in even rarer cases, a driver says you can’t use their charger.
EXHIBIT A: STORY TIME!
I was in a ride with two friends after dinner. There’s always that person in your friend group whose phone lives on 18% on low power mode, so we agreed that he could use the charger. However, our driver had other plans. He said no, he couldn’t use it. I was baffled and couldn’t believe what I just heard. In all of my career ride share experiences I had never seen a driver just flat out not let a passenger use a phone charger. It’s not like he was even nice about it, either. This dude just said “no,” and continued to drive and blast his garbage music. My friends and I looked at each other and did the only thing there was to be done. We stayed silent for a few minutes and concocted a plan in a text thread. My friend asked again and this terror of a driver again said “no.” Our text thread went silent and the three of us proceeded to talk amongst ourselves about the situation as if our driver wasn’t there. Spoiler alert: He was there.
Wait for it.
The driver stopped the car and told us to get out. He wasn’t driving us anymore. Apparently he couldn’t take the not-so-silent smack talk in the car. Given that it was 10 degrees out and we were kind of in the middle of nowhere, none of us even considered budging.
Keep waiting for it.
Out of nowhere, some guy rear-ends us (probably because of where we were stopped. Insert shrug emoji) and sends us flying up a few feet. At this point, we take our driver’s instructions to get out of the car, for which he tells us to get back in. Umm, no thanks.
So, yeah. These are the kinds of things that can happen if you don’t let your passenger use a phone charger.
3. Don’t assume we’re going to be Best Friends
I don’t go into an Uber ride looking to pick up a new friend. I go into an Uber for some phone juice and silence. I believe that we, as passengers, should be the ones initiating the conversation. I mean, after all, every conversation when we’re sober really goes the exact same way.
Me: So, how long have you been driving for Uber?
Driver: A little over a year. This is just my side job. I’m actually running for President in 2020. Figure I can start my campaign a little early with Uber.
Me: Oh, cool.
There are, however, exceptions to this rule.
Situations it's appropriate to engage in conversation with your driver:
1) You're drunk
2) You're drunk
3) You're drunk
These are the best kinds of uber rides.
4. I expect to be dropped off at my actual destination
Too often, it seems, drivers will get lazy and try to make you walk a block or two to your destination. Ludicrous. Preposterous.
Driver: Is here fine?
Me: (Looks up from phone). No. It's up a little further.
Driver: But it would be easier for....
Me: (Looks back at phone)
I'll never understand this. This is the whole reason I'm even in the Uber. I don't care if it's an inconvenience to you. We've gone too far for you to throw an interception on the goal line. Finish the job. This happened to me recently again in...San Francisco. What is it with San Fran and their Uber drivers? Aren't they the ones who started this whole thing?
I was in an Uber a couple weeks ago on my way to a Golden State Warriors game and Valerie and I had been stuck in a fair amount of traffic. Valerie was 3/3 thus far in her performance behind the wheel as a driver. We hadn't said a word to one another since I got in and I was using her phone charger. All was well in Northern California. But then, Valerie fell apart down the stretch. As we pulled up to my destination, there was a line of cars, all impatiently waiting to get in. We were so close to a perfect ride when Valerie uttered it.
"Can you get out here?"
I couldn't believe it. We were in the bottom of the 9th with 2 outs left and Valerie completely choked. My destination was still a little ways away for a walk, so I told her no, I'm not walking. Two minutes later, she gave up another hit. This one, a walk-off.
"Can you just get out here? How am I going to get all the way up there?"
Growing impatient, I looked up at the cars of traffic. There was a lane on the left devoted specifically to drop-offs and ride sharing apps. Oh, Valerie.
I'm at a crossroads. If you know me or know anything about me, sports have defined me for my entire life. My earliest sports memories involve Reggie Miller pushing off Michael Jordan in the 1998 playoffs and the 2000 Music City Miracle, or what's commonly known in my family as the "Forward Lateral Game." I remember both so vividly.
I was 6 years old when Reggie pushed off Michael. I was watching at Radnor Valley Country Club in the suburbs of Philly and like any other kid (or person), I wanted to be Michael Jordan. When Reggie hit the shot, I instantly stormed out of the room I was watching and started uncontrollably sobbing. I don't remember anything else from those playoffs or probably even that year in my life. I think it ended with MJ hitting some iconic shot and crushing the soul of Byron Russell.
When the Buffalo Bills fell to the Tennessee Titans in the 'forward lateral game,' I was 8 years old watching in my basement with my father and brother. When the Bills lose games, they don't just lose. They rip out your heart, stomp on it, and tear it into a million little pieces. The son of a Buffalo native, I've seen a lot of this throughout my 25 years on this Earth. In this instance, the Bills lost in the playoffs on a last second kick return and I remember my father shouting at the TV worse than I've ever been yelled at in my entire life. I hope to never do anything as bad to my father that the Tennessee Titans did to him on January 8, 2000.
This is when I realized that sports are pretty cool. It's fun to root for a team. It's exhilarating when your team wins on a buzzer beating jump shot or a game-winning field goal. Let me preface this next part of the story before I go any further. This is not a happy story. As I mentioned above, I'm at a crossroads.
Growing up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, naturally, I adopted the Eagles when my love of football was just starting. Sure, the Bills do and always will hold a special place for me, but I have a connection to my hometown (Or maybe I was just scarred from my Dad's rage. Sports are stupid). I started getting into the Eagles right around when Donovan McNabb was replacing none other than Doug Pederson. Yes, the same Doug Pederson who just guided the Eagles to their first Super Bowl in franchise history. This is not a happy story though.
Thanks to McNabb, I instantly fell in love with Eagles. I watched every game, wore my prized McNabb jersey, and we eventually got season tickets. I was a part of a community in South Philadelphia at Lincoln Financial Field. I was at the Eagles inaugural game at the Linc against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in 2003. I remember meeting the fellow Eagles fans in my section and discovering what would become my Sunday family for the next decade. When the Eagles beat the Falcons in 2005 to make the Super Bowl, I remember sprinting up and down the steps of my house. Two weeks later, I attended the Super Bowl in Jacksonville against the Patriots and that loss was easily a contender for most traumatic moment of my life.
Other contenders at that stage of my life:
1) Pooping my pants at my friends house at age 5.
2) Losing my pet bird to a literal eye explosion at age 6. RIP Abu.
3) Getting my forehead slammed on the pavement after a vicious fight with my brother at age 8.
This was not a fun flight home from Jacksonville.
After that loss, I wanted it more than ever. I needed that elusive feeling that comes with winning a championship. Flash forward to 2018, 13 years later, and the Eagles were back in the Super Bowl - once again playing the Patriots. Now, I mentioned, this is not a happy story.
I'm not proud of this next part. I'm really not. As the years went on and I got older, this stupid thing happened. I started to lose interest in the Eagles and became more of a football fan in general. I had moments of denial where I tried to pretend I had the same passion that I once had.
Then, in 2013, I couldn't pretend anymore. When the Eagles played the Saints in the 2013 playoffs I was at the game. When they lost, I felt nothing. I had never experienced this before in my life. Why was I suddenly completely apathetic towards this team? I continued to watch in the coming years but again felt nothing win or loss.
This past season and particularly the Super Bowl were truly a confusing time for me. Sunday night should have been the happiest night of my life. Sunday Night I should have been parading down Broad Street climbing traffic lights. Instead I sat on my couch and reflected on what happened to me as an Eagles fan. I came up with a few possibilities.
1) Did going to college in Philly ruin the beautiful relationship I had with the Eagles?
2) Did experiences I had at Philly sporting events negatively change my perception of the Eagles? Let's investigate. It's time for two stories.
3) Do I have commitment issues?
OK, now I'm thinking a little too much into this.
As Tom Brady's Hail Mary attempt fell incomplete, I was at a total loss of feelings. I didn't know what to think. Perhaps there was some jealousy of the fan base that I once represented. Perhaps I'm overdramatizing this entire thing (probably) and I should have just stormed to Broad Street. I received numerous text messages from people congratulating me on the Super Bowl which didn't exactly help my mental state. I'm happy for the city of Philadelphia, I really am. I'm happy for the many die-hard Eagles fans that I know.
I should probably stop writing now. I told you this wasn't a happy story.
Russell Westbrook focused pre-game
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Signing autographs and taking selfies (Photo credit: Nat Butler)
You’re walking down the street. Let’s say it’s August. August 15 to be exact.
We can go as far as saying it’s 2016 as well.
Naturally, your head is down as you scan Instagram. You have FOMO about that birthday party you missed of that kid from your high school who you never even liked to begin with.
For a brief moment, you lift your head, join society and look to your right. Is that Roger Federer?
You look back down at your phone.
Wait. That’s Roger fucking Federer.
You have no choice in this situation.
“Roger, can I take a picture with you?”
“Sure, yeah. No problem.”
And BOOM. Three seconds later your arm is around the greatest tennis player who ever lived as you try to contain your excitement. Unless 1) Roger’s friend fucks up the photo, or 2) You hate the way you look, you are rushing BACK to your phone to post it on Instagram. Fuck that kid from high school. You just met Roger Federer. You are immortal.
Spoiler Alert: I am immortal. That person was me.
Without further ado, I present to you the rules and guidelines on how to get that celebrity photo.
1. Be Fearless
2. You Might Get Rejected
We all like to tell ourselves that we would be polite celebrities. The kind that don’t get tired of people staring at them and are happy to sign autographs and take pictures with anyone. (See Federer, Roger). Can we be honest with ourselves for a second? We wouldn't be. I don't even like when a sales associate stops me at J-Crew. "Can I help you with anything?" No you can't. I'm leaving the store because of you.
If you get rejected, shake it off and move on. I grew up getting autographs at Philadelphia 76ers games and will never forget the day Kobe Bryant stared into my soul as I asked him for an autograph and walked away.
3. Wait for the Right Moment
4. Make Sure Your Camera Works
Story time! When I was 12 years old, I was eating at Mr. Chow in Beverly Hills with my Father and Brother and Hall of Fame cornernback Deion Sanders was there. Using the strategy mentioned above, we waited until Deion left the restaurant before we made our move. My official photographer, my Dad, took the photo of my brother and I, but there was an issue. The camera was on the wrong setting, the lighting sucked and the picture didn’t come out.
In short, don’t be that guy. Make sure your damn camera works.
5. Be Decisive
It’s been five years since Bill Buckner became an American Hero and Larry David had a secret romance with an anti-semite. More importantly, it’s been five years since Larry coined the term "chat and cut."
On October 1, after years of constant speculation, Curb will return for its Ninth Season, finally freeing Larry of the question on whether the show is finished. Maybe he did it out of guilt. Maybe he was bored. Whatever the reason may be, we thank you Larry.
10. The Seder (S5, E7)
“Oh, and I forget to mention. It’s that Sex Offender” - Larry David
Leave it to Larry to invite a sex offender to Passover dinner. While out preparing for the holiday, Larry meets and befriends the local sex offender, Rick Leftowitz, played by Rob Corddry. If you want to know the key to Larry’s heart, it’s golf. Rick fixes Larry’s swing, shows him some tips, so the only natural solution is to invite him over for the Jewish holiday, right? To no surprise, Rick is not exactly welcomed at Passover.
9. Krazee-Eyes Killa (S3, E8)
“Are you my caucasian?” - Larry David
Among his many priceless interactions in the series, few compare to that of Larry’s with Chris, aka Krazee-Eyes Killa. While at a party, Larry befriends the rapper, listens to his lyrics and proceeds to offer changes to the lyrics. The two form an unlikely bond between a gangster rapper and a middle aged Jew - a match made in heaven. Some of the most entertaining parts of the series come when Susie is fed up with that “four eyed fuck,” otherwise known as Larry David. We see this in this episode when Larry passes on a house tour. Let’s face it, nobody wants to take a house tour.
8. Shaq (S2, E8)
“Peanut…BUTTER” - Shaquille O’Neal
Larry David hates human interaction. He hates the stop and chat. He hates when people ask him for things. In this episode, all of Larry’s dreams and desires come true. While stretching his legs at a Lakers game, Larry, by accident trips Shaq, injuring the Lakers star. Suddenly, nobody wants anything to do with Larry. He gets unasked to write a letter of recommendation and things are finally trending his direction.
7. Palestinian Chicken (S8, E3)
“I’m going to fuck the Jew out of you” - Shara
Social Assassin. Zionist pig. Occupying fuck. There are all nicknames used to describe Larry in one of the highlights of season eight, Palestinian Chicken. One of the most rewatchable episodes of the entire series, we see Marty Funkhouser transform into an Orthodox Jew, Jeff and Larry became regulars at a anti-semitic restaurant, and most importantly, Larry “getting the Jew fucked out of him.” This episode is peak Marty Funkhouser. Note to self: Don’t touch his Yarmulke.
6. The End (S5, E10)
“I keep my watch and wallet on the same side” - Larry David
In the Season Five finale, we see a side of Larry that has never before been seen. After mistakingly being told he’s adopted and therefore a Gentile, Larry goes home to his roots and suddenly has a new lease on life. He wears TGIF shirts, goes to Church and decides to give Richard Lewis his kidney. In a 43 minute epic episode, Larry dies and gets sent to heaven, only to get sent back to Earth from his guardian angels, played by Dustin Hoffman and Sacha Baron Cohen.
5. The N Word (S6, E8)
“Fuck you, Larry, with yo monkey ass!” - Auntie Rae
Larry David loves getting himself into trouble. He always manages to find a way to piss people off. Out of all the episodes of Larry getting into confrontations, The N Word takes the cake. After Larry overhears a racist remark in the bathroom, the rest of the episode is nothing short of chaos. In a domino effect, Jeff gets his head shaved, The Blacks move out, and Larry gets prescribed estrogen. Not to mention, Larry was already in some heat with Auntie Rae after “stabbing her in the stomach,” as Leon famously declared.
4. The Thong (S2, E5)
“I’ve never felt better in my entire life” - Richard Lewis
Some of the best moments we have in Curb come from interactions between Larry and Richard Lewis. Long time friends in real life, their chemistry on screen comes natural and provides hilarious and real moments throughout the series. One of these comes in The Thong, where Larry and Richard share the same therapist. However, things are turned upside in therapy after Larry spots their therapist on the beach…wearing a thong. A dilemma to face comes next for the two men.
3. The Survivor (S4, E9)
“I don’t understand. Why don’t you get a sponge?” - Larry David
There’s no way around it. Season 4 of Curb is amazing. Larry has a free pass at sex from Cheryl for their 10 year anniversary, stabs Ben Stiller in the eye with a skewer, and stars in The Producers on broadway. In this episode, before Larry & Cheryl renew their vows, they host a dinner party. Larry’s father, played by the late Shelley Berman, invites a Holocaust survivor, while Larry’s Rabbi invites well, a survivor from the show Survivor. The episode hits its peak when the two men are in a shouting match comparing their different levels of “surviving.”
2. The Anonymous Donor (S6, E2)
“I brings the ruckus to the ladies” - Leon Black
We all have a Ted Danson in our friend group—we all have an ‘Anonymous.’ You know, that person who swears you to secrecy before telling you a big secret but tells everyone else anyway. In this episode, both Larry and Ted donate to a hospital wing, but there’s a big difference. Larry’s wing is donated by Larry David and Ted’s wing is donated by Anonymous. In addition, we are officially introduced to JB Smoove, aka, Leon Black, when it is come to Larry's attention that Cheryl found semen in Leon's bed sheets. Spoiler alert: Jeff is the culprit.
1. The 5 Wood (S4, E5)
“Jeffrey? You didn’t know the golf club had your name on it? Fucking idiot!” - Susie Greene
When Larry and Jeff are up to something, let’s face it, they’re usually up to no good. What they pull off in The 5 Wood is nothing short of spectacular. That is, until Larry spills a cashew in an open casket. While at Funkahouser’s father, Leo’s funeral, Larry notices his golf club is in Leo’s casket. Not wanting to lose his 5 wood, Larry and Jeff plot to swap Jeff’s club with Leo’s. Naturally, they get caught, and naturally Susie is not thrilled. Larry continues to find a way to create humor in any possible situation.
Roles and Responsibilities:
Larry Bird and Jerry West
John Collins visits The Bean
Donovan Mitchell at the social media circuit
Like every other second of my day, today I was on my phone, refreshing twitter, as I sat on my couch while simultaneously checking twitter on my computer.
Then, I saw it. A major #WojBomb.
As I sat there trying to process that tweet, I started to imagine life without Derrick Rose and everything got weird for a second. Were the Bulls actually about to trade their hometown hero?
And then, all of twitter broke loose. The floodgates had opened. The 2011 MVP had been traded to the New York Knicks. I didn't want to believe it so I did the most logical thing that any person would do by continuing to refresh twitter. Yeah, it was happening. Confirmed.
Within minutes and countless text messages, reality started to set in. I felt like I had been traded. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. This is a guy that won an MVP at 22-years old and brought a franchise back to life. Now, four years and three knee surgeries later, Rose is gone. On the same day that LeBron James celebrated winning a championship in his hometown, Rose got shipped from his.
Look, I'm not blind to the fact that these last few years with Rose have not been exactly great. Between his back-scratching comments to the media, his so-called "rift" with Jimmy Butler and most importantly, his health, there certainly were warning signs. Rose is set to make $21.3 million this season before he enters free agency in 2016-17 so it's clear the Bulls had a decision to make. Do they ride it out one more season and hope he returns to MVP form? Is that enough to offer him a max contract with a rising cap? Or, what if he has another down season and the Bulls let him walk for nothing?
You can tell me a million times why this trade made sense and I'm not going to sit here and disagree with you. From a basketball stand point it did and I get that. It just sucks and there's no other way around it. It sucks that Rose had to keep getting injured and it sucks that it had to come down to this. Was it a good deal? Maybe. The sad truth is that Rose did not have that much value anymore and the Bulls needed to make a change this off-season in some regard.
This is a guy that was supposed to be the savior for the city of Chicago; the next Michael Jordan. The Bulls were supposed to rule the NBA over the next decade. Rose was supposed to win a championship for his hometown team.
It hasn't sunk in yet that the next time I'll watch Derrick Rose play basketball he won't be in a Bulls uniform, but rather with Carmelo Anthony in New York wearing a Knicks jersey. Wait, remember when the two of them were supposed to play together in Chicago?
Thank you Derrick Rose for a wild ride the last eight years.
Your move, Jimmy Butler. The floor is yours.
This story focused on the rise of Celtics swingman Jae Crowder as he enjoyed a career year during the 2015-16 season.
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For the second straight year, the NBPA showed their support for the #LeanInTogether campaign, as they partnered up with the NBA, WNBA and LeanIn.org. The campaign focuses on promoting the important role men play in achieving gender equality.
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For this story, I spoke with Washington Wizards center Marcin Gortat where he opened up to me about his family and Polish culture. The Wizards, and Gortat hosted Polish Heritage night for the third straight season in 2015-16.
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