All right, I admit, I don't watch basketball all that much. I used to be addicted ... way back in the day. But then the game went all Wild, Wild West on me, no rules, no violations, just one-on-one hamming it up. There used to be a thing called traveling, but you can watch dudes take three steps to the basket. Iverson legalized palming the ball. Shaq made elbowing a motherfucker in the grill all the rage. And, after decades of "Thinking-About-Fouling-Jordan" fouls which have been transferred to the stud du jour, you can watch superstars go basically unchallenged an entire game.
Why watch a game with no rules? That's why I quit Bear Stearns.
However, I will also admit, that if Nike can somehow pull off a Cavs-Lakers NBA finals, I will be watching (if it doesn't interfere with my Pens' Cup drive). And I pray that LeBron treats the Crybaby Rapist with the same ferocity the sports media treated Kobe's victim. Or at least like my boy Raja Bell used to treat the Rump Steak.
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