Friday, May 14, 2004
OK, I know I've been away. Things have been swirling strange these days, and I just haven't found the time write.
I'm sorry. You know I still love you, right?
But then something happened last night which I must protest. Something so vile and evil and unthinkable that I don't even know where to start. But I'll try.
Last night, the lakers stole one from my beloved Spurs.
And I mean STOLE. As in to steal or cheat. Either that or they defied the laws of physics.
Allow me to 'splain:
With .4 seconds left, the lakers hit a shot to win the game. The only thing is THAT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!! The NBA, in it's infinite wisdom, long ago established a rule that said that .4 seconds is the minimum time needed to inbound the ball and get a shot off. But that is it, no move, no dribble and certainly not enough time to catch, turn around and shoot fading away.
And it just had to be the lakers. The evil lakers. The personification of all things bad in sports. And to borrow a phrase I first coined to Christastrophe, I just hate that anthropomorphic freak and his rapist sidekick.
But it warms my soul when I look ahead to this time next year. My beloved Spurs will have all their team back, with $10 million to spend. They will have two of the best young stars and the best player on the planet.
And the lakers. Malone and Payton will be gone. Those two have made life miserable for Tony and Timmy. Kobe will be serving 5-25 in a Colorado Pen. And Shaq will be 34, 330 pounds and all alone.
At this point, there is nothing I hate more than the lakers.
I'm sorry. You know I still love you, right?
But then something happened last night which I must protest. Something so vile and evil and unthinkable that I don't even know where to start. But I'll try.
Last night, the lakers stole one from my beloved Spurs.
And I mean STOLE. As in to steal or cheat. Either that or they defied the laws of physics.
Allow me to 'splain:
With .4 seconds left, the lakers hit a shot to win the game. The only thing is THAT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!! The NBA, in it's infinite wisdom, long ago established a rule that said that .4 seconds is the minimum time needed to inbound the ball and get a shot off. But that is it, no move, no dribble and certainly not enough time to catch, turn around and shoot fading away.
And it just had to be the lakers. The evil lakers. The personification of all things bad in sports. And to borrow a phrase I first coined to Christastrophe, I just hate that anthropomorphic freak and his rapist sidekick.
But it warms my soul when I look ahead to this time next year. My beloved Spurs will have all their team back, with $10 million to spend. They will have two of the best young stars and the best player on the planet.
And the lakers. Malone and Payton will be gone. Those two have made life miserable for Tony and Timmy. Kobe will be serving 5-25 in a Colorado Pen. And Shaq will be 34, 330 pounds and all alone.
At this point, there is nothing I hate more than the lakers.
