I'll be the first to admit I don't watch a lot of NBA basketball. I think the last time I really paid attention to an entire season was 1996. I still watch from time to time. I went to a Kings game last year, mostly because the tickets were free. I write that to demonstrate that even a guy who barely watches knows the number of steps LeBron was taking throughout game seven was out of control. I mean, fucking come on. A joke. And the chest-pounding KG does or screaming and hopping around Paul Pierce did? Guh. I know it's a big game on a large scale. You're playing in front of a lot of people in the stands and at home, but I've always supported the idea that you adapt to your situation. When you were a kid did you scream after a three in one of those games played at half-time of the high school basketball game? Or when you reached high school? No. Because it would have been stupid. Szcerblinenanek hits a three and hops in the air to pump his fist? Are you kidding me with this shit? When does the cheeziness douchebaggery become an accepted, expected part of the game? A sighing "fuuuuuuck" to it all.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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