The letter J is an i with a visious looking hook on the end of it, making J the storybook pantomime villain Captain Hook of the alphabet fairy tale, and so at Theaters de Calligraphy all across the world, small children yell "Look out, he's behind you!" to the I character whenever the evil J appears on the stage.
For a long time, in fact, i and j were often the same letter, rahter like a case of paranoid schizophrenia, and it was not until the sixteenth century that they were finally split into two separate entities, by a man named Pierre de la Ramee.
For non-French speakers, of course, J was made famous by Emile Zola and the Dreyfusards, a fact celebrated in the title of this very post.
J'aime le post.
Posted by: Mrs. Peperium | December 09, 2004 at 11:42
99-100.
6 seconds.
Inbound pass.
One dribble. Then another.
Cross-court bounce pass to Erving.
3 seconds.
Julius stops.
He elevates.
He shoots the jumper.
1 second
101-100. Sixers.
Dr. J's "J".
Sweet.
Posted by: DarkoV | December 09, 2004 at 14:40
Basketball - the back and forwards sport. In the court of the six foot plusser.
I refuse to watch basketball in protest at its disastrous influence on contemporary fashion
Posted by: stephenesque | December 09, 2004 at 16:53
Mr. S.,
I agree on the fashion degradation due to today's skulking b'ball pros. But in the days of Dr. J., they were ambassadors of fashion, not destroyers of it. Walt Frazier, Connie Hawkins, et al. When basketball shorts were, well, short.
Posted by: DarkoV | December 09, 2004 at 18:19