I'm beginning to believe that I will give the NBA another shot. I've nearly abandoned the sport over the past decade. There has been some fundamental problems being a fan in recent years that everybody understands. It's more of a gut feeling than anything else. I mean, how cool can the world be when Kobe ditches number eight and dons my very own #24? That should mean something, right? But, there's something in the air.
Actually, it was something about Chuck Klosterman's piece in Esquire, An Argument for the NBA, that gave me...pause. The pieces calls for us to start caring about the game again. The reasons are ambiguous, but the heart shines through. Care? Like we did when Magic and Larry and Jamal (Wilkes) and Dennis (Johnson) played. Jamal won five NBA championships. Better yet - one with the Warriors. City. And, we cared.
Baseball is great. As much as I love catheads, it's stone boring. Yawn shiver. Football is great. Loves me some football. But, if there's anything I'm all about (other than freeways), it's basketball. Calling it hoops is just stupid, FYI. NCAA is fine and all, but it's the amateurs. N.B.A. The league.
Just something I'm considering. It's the truth.
