You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.
The NBA.
I don’t care.
They struck. Now I’m striking.
It’s not football. I’ll watch it when it comes down to tennis or professional rodeo or NBA. Until then, who cares?
ESPN has the rights to the games and they are playing it up like a new Pope has been anointed. It’s Christmas and New Years all tied up with a big bow. They are excited. I’m not.
The story lines, according to ESPN, are many. Will the Lakers make the playoffs? How is Kobe’s wrist? Why didn’t his wife sign a pre-nupt.
Are the Lakers even the best team in LA now that the Clippers have added some players, namely Chris Paul who will surely be alley-ooping the rock to big Blake Griffin. It might be a sportscenter highlight, but do I care? Not so much.
Story lines from South Beach where LeBron and Wade and the rest of Miami mice are back in Dallas to open the season where they have to watch the hoisting of the championship banner they helped the Mavs win. Will the Heat be hot? They should be. But do I care? Not really.
Bulls had the best record in the league? Are the Celtics too old? Can the Knicks finally bring hoops back to the Big Apple?
It’s a lot of story lines, but you have to care. I’m not sure I care.
There are some good dudes in the NBA, but no matter who they are, it’s not Magic and Larry and Michael. Add to the fact these guys make 25 million a year and then they went on strike when most of us are trying to get our loans modified with B of A, and buy Christmas presents and well it just pisses me off.
The NBA doesn’t get it. They play a game. They don’t live in the reality we live in.
So good luck NBA.
I might care in June.
But right now, give me Dallas vs. New York. Cowboys Vs. Giants that is.
And that is crazy.