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Athletes trademarking various things about themselves isn’t new. Just last month, Jeremy Lin won the trademark battle for “Linsanity,” which was a real thing that people were fighting about. If there’s money to be made from the sale of something, it’s better to protect that moneymaker than to let someone profit off of it. I learned all about this in a college course called “Things About Business That You Pretty Much Already Know.”

So it’s no surprise that Anthony Davis would trademark “Fear the Brow” and “Raise the Brow” in order to secure the rights to his prodigious forehead caterpillar. However, the reason behind why he wanted to trademark it is the true surprise. From CNBC:

“I don’t want anyone to try to grow a unibrow because of me and then try to make money off of it,” Davis told CNBC. “Me and my family decided to trademark it because it’s very unique.”

Hahahahahahahahaha. SURE. Sure, Anthony Davis. I’d definitely be worried that people are going to see your unibrow and be like, “Whoa. I can make so much money if I just grow a unibrow.” People have been conditioned to be grossed out by unibrows for years, but now they’re going to see it’s profitability? Probably not.

I mean, does he really think this is going to happen?

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When the Washington Wizards traded for Nene back at the trade deadline, they did so because of their cap flexibility. They used this flexibility (akin to, but not synonymous with, cap space) to take on the massive contract of a decent player, thereby saving themselves the effort of having to overpay a decent player via the cap space route later on.

This cutting out of the middle man has now happened again. Out of nowhere, Washington traded Rashard Lewis’s big, redundant contract to New Orleans in exchange for the big, slightly less redundant contracts of Trevor Ariza and Emeka Okafor. Seemingly, then, this is Washington’s modus operandi now. If they knew they weren’t going to sign anyone anyway, losing the ability to sign someone is no real loss.

Since disbanding the Arenas/Jamison/Butler first round caliber team of a few years ago, the Wizards have gone from having incredibly little cap flexibility to having quite a lot of it. They have also been very bad, which has not made them an attractive free agent destination, if ever they were one, thus rather undermining said leverage. Perhaps cognizant of this, the Wizards haven’t attempted the big name cap space route — they haven’t signed another team’s FA to a multiyear contract since overpaying for Darius Songaila six summers ago, and, even prior to the Nene move, have burned millions in theoretically lucrative cap space acquiring Kirk Hinrich and Ronny Turiaf by trade. This move is a clear continuation of that strategy. Right or wrong, it’s a strategy.

Trading someone you didn’t want for two decent players is rarely a bad thing. Warts and all, Okafor and Ariza are undeniably just that. Ariza will bring his usual brand of league average, sporadic, effective-but-infuriating ball to a team who really need stability and mentorship on a roster already overladen with young forwards. Nevertheless, he is good enough to help the team on both ends. And the Wizards certainly need help on both ends. This trade, in theory, gets them into the playoffs.

Any success derived from the trade, however, is ultimately contingent not on Ariza, but upon Okafor’s coexistence with Nene. Other than brief stretches — including at the start of this season — Nene has exclusively played the center spot in his NBA career, whereas Okafor has spent all his time there. Okafor has always been slightly undersized for the position, yet his skill set and lack of athleticism prevents him from playing anywhere else. Nene’s skill set rather straddles the two big positions, yet, with Okafor’s inability to play outside of the paint on either end, the two are either going to awkwardly try and make it work (Yao Ming/Kelvin Cato, 2004) or sub in for each other (Eddy Curry/Tyson Chandler, 2005). Since the latter isn’t going to happen, Randy Wittman has a summer’s worth of tape in his future. Considering the relative costs involved, it’s just going to have to work.

(And if it doesn’t work, trade one of them for Kevin Martin. Simple as!)

Whether Washington could have sourced such decent veterans for cheaper — by acquiring, say, the comparable Sam Dalembert, or just seeing where they were at with Nene in the middle and using their assets elsewhere — is debatable. This may not have been an optimum appropriation of resources. How they plan to build a team around John Wall and yet surround him with absolutely no shooters is also a perfectly valid question. This move still leaves plenty to do. Nonetheless, they were returned decent players who will help.

New Orleans didn’t. They saved money. And that’s all they did.

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Just a reminder that we’re about a week away from having to watch a whole bunch of summer league games instead of real basketball. Enjoy this real NBA stuff — and the Olympics, thank goodness — while it lasts.

(via Ming Wong)

If you’re going to tank away the end of your season in order to keep your draft pick in a great draft — and that’s what the Warriors are doing, losing nine of their last 10 and 25 of 35 since the All-Star break — then you have to constantly find new ways to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. If you get blown out all the time, David Stern might get suspicious.

So kudos to the Warriors for turning a tie game with 12 seconds remaining and the ball in to a 2-point defeat, at home to boot. It’s not easy to lose in that situation, but you can do anything if you put your mind to it.

Players have it easy. For 82 (or 66) games a year, they know what they’re wearing when they’re on television. No need for stylists, picking out their finest clothes or making sure things are ironed. As long as they show up looking presentable in accordance to the dress code, they’ll be fine knowing that they just have to put on their uniforms and be perfectly dressed for the evening.

Coaches don’t have it that easy. They have to be there every night, wearing a fancy suit and making sure they look OK, lest they be ridiculed on the internet. Don’t believe me? Then why doesn’t Stan Van Gundy wear mock turtlenecks anymore? Point proven.

That’s why it’s good to have someone who helps you get dressed when what you’re wearing is going to be seen by thousands and thousands of people every night. Or better yet, two people. That’s what Hornets coach Monty Williams has going on, and he seems to be doing alright. From Sports Illustrated’s Zach Lowe:

SI.com: One last question I have to ask: Who picks out your suits? You may have the most eclectic suit collection among head coaches in the league. You have a few jackets that look like things professors would wear — thick brown ones with stripes going everywhere.

Williams: [Laughing]. Oh, man. Probably my daughter, Janna. She’s the fashion diva of the family. And I got some stuff from a lady up in Portland who runs a clothing shop up there. People probably make fun of me for it, but I’ve never heard it.

The reason you’ve never heard anyone make fun of you for it, Monty, is because no one does. Every girl is crazy for a sharp-dressed man, after all. You wear nice suits, look non-dumpy and don’t show up to Media Day wearing a tie with swastikas all over it, and people won’t say anything.

And really, that’s where you want to be. Sure, guys like Craig Sager and Walt Frazier can pull off dressing like fancy jerks, but the rest of us should shoot for looking nice. It might not get you your own tumblr or a video with Leigh Ellis, but if your daughter thinks you look cool, that’s not so bad.

“Guys were throwing food at me. That happens. It’s L.A.”Monty Williams, who was literally pelted with a peanut during last night’s game against the Clippers and has experienced some weird parts of Los Angeles

Depending on whether or not I’ve seen it more recently than “The Godfather,” sometimes “Pulp Fiction” is my favorite movie ever. But even with that good will built up, I’m not loving this. If I wanted to watch Samuel L. Jackson recite paraphrased Bible verses from Ezekiel, I’d watch “Pulp Fiction,” when he’s actually in to it, and not just cashing a check to repeat one of his most famous movie lines.

Now, if he would have done some “Formula 51″ material while wearing a kilt, that’s a different story.