All Eyes on Three No Crossover: The Trial of Allen Iverson

All Eyes on Three No Crossover: The Trial of Allen Iverson

Our man Rev saw an advanced screening of the new A.I. doc. These are his words.

ESPN
continues it’s 30 for 30 documentary series tonight with the broadcast
premiere of “No Crossover: The Trial of Allen Iverson” (8:00PM/ESPN
and again at 11:00PM/ESPN2). The film is directed by Steve James, who
is most famous for his work on another basketball documentary – Hoop
Dreams. James, who like Iverson is from Hampton, Virginia, returns to
his hometown to examine the circumstances, impact, and eventual fallout
from Iverson’s felony conviction following a 1993 racially charged
bowling alley brawl.

I
got an advance look at the film when it premiered in Philly on Sunday
night as part of the Philadelphia Film Festival’s Spring Preview.
Without giving too much away you should know that this is not a film
about Iverson’s considerable impact on Philadelphia, the NBA, or popular

culture. It is about the polarizing effect Iverson’s arrest, conviction,

and ultimate release from prison thanks to then Virginia governor
Douglas
Wilder commuting his sentence four months into his prison term, had
on the community of Hampton.

First
let me say that I do not think it is appropriate for me to share my
opinions as to the merits of the charges and the process afforded him
by the justice system. You can make up your own mind after watching
the film. What I was interested in was how this experience helped to
shape the Allen Iverson who left us, the 76ers fans, alternately awed
by his talent and heart, yet frustrated and confused by his selfishness
and stubbornness.

I
am guessing that if I asked you to describe Allen Iverson one of the
following words would likely be included: electric, polarizing,
reckless,
controversial, emotional, misunderstood, petulant, gifted, troubled,
honest, guarded, real, and disingenuous. He had the unique ability to
be all these things at the same. What this film made plainly clear was
that Iverson was all of these things dating back to high school. He
came to Philly having already been at the epicenter of an athletic,
political, judicial, racial, and social firestorm.

This one event was the catalyst for everything else that happened in
his
career. He was both a victim and beneficiary of his celebrity. He was
persecuted and emboldened. To steal/paraphrase a line from The Simpsons
of all places his unbelievable athletic ability was the cause of and
answer to all his problems. For me, the quintessential Iverson moment
from the film is when he left Hampton days before he was to be sentenced

to go play at a Nike All-American camp. The prosecution and judge
interpreted
his decision to play as a lack of respect for the law. He was either
unable or unwilling to appreciate the gravity of the situation. Which
one it is, we’ll never know. Regardless, right or wrong he did his
own thing. Sound familiar?

Seventeen
years later the effects of the Iverson trial still reverberate in
Hampton.
Numerous key players in the drama, including Iverson himself, refused
to grant interviews to the filmmakers. Iverson remains a divisive figure

in Hampton. Some think he was railroaded. Others think he was given
leniency thanks to his athletic exploits. The only thing that is
unanimous
is that everyone has an opinion on what happened.

If
nothing else the film reiterates something the people of Hampton learned

when AI was a teenager. It reiterates something we realized about him
the first time he put on a Sixers uniform. Basketball fans across the
planet were quick to recognize it is well. No matter where he is, no
matter what he’s doing, no matter whether you are his biggest fan
or his harshest critic there is one simple truth which has informed
his entire life since he entered Bethel High School. What remains
unassailable?
It’s impossible to take your eyes off of him. This film is no exception.

Sarah Baicker: I don't skate like a man, just a darn good woman

Sarah Baicker: I don't skate like a man, just a darn good woman

In late December, I was invited to play in a pick-up hockey game with some other members of the local sports media community. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that I was one of only two women there that day. Even now, female ice hockey players aren’t exactly common.

After the game, a reporter I’ve known a while — a guy I like a lot — said to me: “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you skate like a man.” I didn’t take it wrong, of course; he meant it as a compliment. The reporter wanted nothing more than to tell me I’d impressed him.

I thought about this exchange a lot in the days that followed. Had someone told me I played hockey like a boy when I was 15, I would have worn that description like a badge. Hell yeah, 15-year-old Sarah would have thought, I do play like a boy. I’m as tough as a boy. I’m as fierce and competitive as any boy on my team. I would have reveled in it, just as I reveled in a similar label I’d received even earlier in my adolescence: tomboy.

Yeah, I was a tomboy. I hung around with the neighborhood boys, riding bikes between each other’s houses or catching salamanders in the creek that ran through town. I loved sports, and my bedroom walls — papered with newspaper clippings and photos of Flyers players — were a far cry from the pink-tinged rooms that belonged to the girls at school. 

As much as I could, I dressed like a boy too, even once cutting the sleeves off of an oversized T-shirt before I went out to rollerblade with our next-door neighbors. My grandmother, who was visiting at the time, pulled me aside to tell me I really ought to dress more appropriately. I rolled my eyes.

I was a tomboy, and I loved the word and everything it stood for. I felt pride in my tomboyishness, believing that the things I liked — the things boys liked — were clearly better than the things stereotypically left to the girls.

I’m almost embarrassed to admit it was a conversation with a 15-year-old that changed my perspective, just a few days after my reporter friend had compared my hockey skills to those of a man. I sat down with Mo’ne Davis, the female Little League pitching phenom, for this very project. I asked her if she identified as a tomboy, and she shrugged. Not really, she said. Maybe other people wanted to define her that way, she suggested, but that wasn’t how she viewed things.

You know that record scratch sound effect they play on TV or in the movies? The one that denotes a sort of “wait … what?!” moment? That’s what happened in my head. Mo’ne Davis, the girl who played on the boys’ team and excelled, didn’t consider herself a tomboy?

Something clicked in my head after that. I’ve long identified as a feminist, and I’ve been a big supporter of girls in sports for as long as I can remember. I coach girls hockey, I’ve spoken at schools and camps about playing and working in sports as a woman. For some reason, though, it took a 15-year-old shrugging her shoulders at the label “tomboy” to take the power out of the word for me. Why does one have to be a tomboy, when one can simply be a girl who kicks ass? How had I never considered this before?

In many ways (and especially in sports) if something is male, it’s considered superior. It goes beyond just the things kids like to do, and it’s all old news. It’s also something I’m ashamed to admit I’ve bought into for practically all of my life. But no longer. How can I help change the narrative if I’m too busy playing along with it?

And if I could do it over, when that reporter approached me after our hockey game to tell me I skated like a man, I would have smiled, shook my head and said: Nah. But I skate like a darn good woman.

Flyers-Capitals 5 things: Washington on ridiculous roll into Wells Fargo Center

Flyers-Capitals 5 things: Washington on ridiculous roll into Wells Fargo Center

Flyers (28-24-7) vs. Capitals (39-12-7)
8 p.m. on NBCSN, CSNPhilly.com and the NBC Sports App

After finding some offense to finish up a 1-2-0 road trip, the Flyers return home for a not-so-glorious welcome when they host the NHL-leading Washington Capitals on Wednesday night at the Wells Fargo Center.

We’ll get into that and more with five things to know:

1. Capping things off
What’s the Flyers’ reward for salvaging the final game of a road swing through Canada? A date with the Capitals, who are the NHL’s hottest team since New Year’s Eve, and by a landslide.

Just how dominant has Washington been?

Dating back to Dec. 31, the Capitals are 19-3-2 and have scored an incomprehensible 104 goals in those 24 games. That’s 4.33 goals per game, while yielding only 50 markers over that stretch.

Meanwhile, the Flyers have scored an NHL-low 40 goals since New Year’s Eve and allowed 62 for an Eastern Conference-worst goal differential of minus-22.

Washington, coming off its first back-to-back defeats since Dec. 27-29, has lost three straight games only once this season.

2. A Ghost sighting
On Sunday, for the first time in close to four months, we saw the Shayne Gostisbehere from the Calder Memorial Trophy (top rookie) runner-up season last year.

The sophomore blueliner delivered his first three-point game of his career to ignite the Flyers to a 3-2 win over the Canucks.

Although Gostisbehere has made it clear he’s focused on his defensive game, the Flyers are a different animal when he’s generating offensive chances at 5-on-5 and the power play.

“He had his confidence and a little bit of swagger,” Wayne Simmonds said of Gostisbehere’s performance Sunday.

“Ghost has had his ups and downs this year, but he's a heck of a player and has unbelievable skill. He can be a catalyst offensively for us, that’s for sure.”

3. Good cage match
This one makes for an intriguing goalie matchup between Michal Neuvirth and Braden Holtby, who were once battling for the net in Washington.

Holtby is having another stud season after winning the 2015-16 Vezina Trophy (top goalie). Among all netminders, he is tied for first in goals-against average (2.01) and shutouts (seven), while he hasn’t been beaten in regulation since Dec. 27.

The 27-year-old blanked the Flyers twice in the 2016 Stanley Cup Playoffs and stopped 149 of 154 shots over the first-round series that the Capitals won in six games.

Neuvirth hasn’t been too shabby himself, starting eight of the Flyers’ last 10 games. Aside from a bad showing in a 6-3 loss to the Oilers, Neuvirth has not surrendered more than two goals in any other outing during that span.

A 2006 second-round pick of Washington, Neuvirth was brilliant last postseason against his former club, making 103 saves on 105 shots faced to get the Flyers two victories.

4. Keep an eye on ...
Flyers: Pierre-Edouard Bellemare can be crucial in these types of games. The fourth-line forward often sees work against the opposition’s top offensive threats and is the Flyers’ most important piece to the penalty kill. Bellemare has played 16-plus minutes in both meetings with the Capitals this season, while the PK is 15 for 17 in February and tied for the NHL’s third-fewest goals against this month.

Capitals: T.J. Oshie is such an underrated asset for Washington. The right winger, who played his college hockey at North Dakota under Flyers coach Dave Hakstol, leads the NHL with a 22.8 shooting percentage, a big reason why the Capitals are scoring 3.34 goals per game, good for second most in hockey. Oshie has 26 points (13 goals, 13 assists) in his past 22 games and is a plus-24 on the season.

5. This and that
• Neuvirth has just two career regular-season matchups against the Capitals, going 1-0-0 with a 2.44 goals-against average and .914 save percentage.

• Holtby is 6-4-7 with a 2.71 goals-against average and .911 save percentage in 18 lifetime matchups with the Flyers.

• The Flyers are three points out of the Eastern Conference’s second wild-card spot, trailing the Panthers, Bruins and Islanders, all of whom have 66 points.

• Simmonds has four goals in his last five games.

• Claude Giroux has two points (one goal, one assist) in his previous 10 games.

• Washington ranks first in the NHL with a plus-69 goal differential.

• Jordan Weal (upper-body injury) is expected to miss his second straight game.