Hear nature scream
The playoffs have gotten so dim that, for the second time in a week, I'm going to devote an entire post to a reader's comments. This morning, Jimbo suggested that we're doomed to sound like a lock groove in the coming weeks:
You know Shoals, for an NBA fan you're pretty invariably pessimistic about the NBA. I won't go so far as to say it's getting a wee bit boring, but I will say this: your constant suggestion that the likes of the Spurs and Pistons are ruining the league sounds like the perfect inverse of the 'play-the-right-way' complaints of the opposite camp.
Vis, it sometimes sounds exactly like 'all this dunking and one-on-one play is ruining the game' except 'all these perfect defensive rotations and extra passes' are ruining the game.
I say this in all seriousness: maybe we've been horribly, drainingly wrong. More than anything else, FreeDarko has stringily devoted itself to the prosperous gospel of The New NBA. Not nostalgia for the eighties, not nineties malaise, but a living, breathing synthesis where eye-catching performers could carry viable contendors. Were it not for this vision, chances are we wouldn't go out of our to celebrate oddities who, under the right circumstances, could rise to the level of our chieftains. We've frequently scoffed at a win/loss bottom line, but good look finding a single mention of And1 or proof that our hearts titter for anything other than NEXT LEVEL DOMINANCE.
With this postseason shaking out the way it is, though, should we be reconsidering our position? If none of our cherished causes can even make it past Round 1, and the teams taking care of business at this very moment have at least a few more years left in them, must this dream be deferred? That is, should FreeDarko admit that we're ultimately about frivolity, that the symbolic victories we seek will, for at least the foreseeable future, remain separate in reality from the real thing?
"When I step with my shoe of gold, I am forced to scrape the ground with the other ankle"—Thomas Karate