If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed to receive instant updates.

The NBA season is over and gone.

Garnett and Kobe have left the public eye to go enjoy their lives and they’ve taken every ounce of excitement with them. This little odd period between mid-june and the beginning of September is downright brutal. No NFL games to watch… no NBA games to watch… we’re left with Major League Baseball, golf (with no Tiger Woods since he’s injured), and Tennis.

Slim pickins indeed.

Theres a dim light at the end of the tunnel in the form of the Beijing Olympics, but who knows how that’s going to turn out. They don’t start until the first week of August, so we’re gonna trudge along for the next six weeks or so and HOPE something truly interesting happens to hold us over.

I wanted the lakers to win, so what. I’m salty, I’m bitter.

His “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!” scream reeked of a made for TV movie. I ain’t buyin it homie. Then he proceeds to give a shout out to everyone from Abraham Lincoln to Pookie from the corner store. Blah.

“that gets no play in this ride” - Stacy in Boyz In The Hood

(rss subscribers may have to click over the view the video)

PERIOD.

Tim Duncan and the San Antonio Spurs are a scar on the ass of the NBA. If I had to create a ranking in terms of entertainment, watching the Spurs play basketball would land somewhere between C-Span and watching my grandma nod off on the porch. San Antonio has terrorized the NBA playoffs for the better part of the last 10 years. It’s like they’ve been commissioned by satan to drive all the viewers away, one fundamentally sound pick and roll at a time.

The Detroit Pistons are only slightly less boring than San Antonio, but that’s only due to the interesting cast of characters on the team. The highlight of any Pistons game is the inevitable moment Rasheed Wallace snaps and gets a technical foul. I used to find enjoyment in laughing at the fact that Rip Hamilton had cornrows and a receding hairline at the same time, but he had to be difficult and shave his head. Now I’ve been reduced to staring at that weird silver patch in the back of Rasheed Wallace’s head.

I don’t want to waste my NBA Finals experience in agony. For the love of god, Kobe and Kevin Garnett need to pull their teams through.