Drunk with mixed repose
One thing that happens when FreeDarko steps up our post game: I am far more likely to be completely and totally off the mark. You can't constantly talk like you're dictating the Magna Carta and not occasionally have time prove you a stinking fern. So without further ado, I direct you toward this fortunately mistaken quote of my own making:
Let me try and translate that for anyone looking to start a fight: we know that the strong teams will roll. We know that the individual stars will shine bright as they can, but will ultimately have a hard time single-handedly knocking off the TEAMS. That's the story of this season, and the lack of intersection, intermingling, or interchangability of these two basketball concepts, both coasting at a zenith in their respective quarters, is why this I've been so nonplussed by it all.
Thankfully, this was almost immediately smoothed over by the sands of a bunch of LeBron. But what it expected simple did not come to pass as initially spoken. Thus far, we've seen Kobe blend the team and individual game as well as anyone ever has, with the added edge of keeping their oil-and-water dynamic set from one moment to the next. Gilbert and Bron are locking horns on the plane of superstar preeminence without the luxury of either being to able to go at it alone or wholly trust in their teammates. The Spurs, team of all teams, are finding that disabled stars hurts them more than they had once thought; they face a mighty foe in the Ron Ron-ified Kings, a squad living and breathing the neurological essence of their newly-installed leader. And didn't the Clippers emerge as a team that, believe it or not, might have cracked the code of "team of stars" in a way that the Pistons could only dream of?
Maybe some of these err on the side of undue optimism, but what better way to correct the doom-saying with which I initally welcomed this post-season?
Oh, and on the Bron/Jesus/Arenas thing, worshipping James has absolutely nothing to do with faith. Whereas I think I proved this weekend that Gilbert jocking must come down to that, which I why I still haven't yet officially made that leap.