Court Is Closed
I don't expect anyone to sympathize with, or even like, my latest McSweeney's column. Therein, I reveal that Gilbert Arenas has undone this sport for me. To me, the Bulls will always be an inferior team. The Cavs will be tarpit of sorrow for LBJ, regardless of whatever win streak they may rig up away from my prying eyes. Short of the Suns, actual basketball may have ceased to exist for me. I know we hatched this League of Psychology, but I think it might have gone too far and effectively ended my NBA existence. All I am left with is performance art, and I expect this blog to forever reflect this ennui. Sorry about that.
Oh, and here's the man himself on the game in question. From Steinz, by way of interviewer Information Leafblower:
Leaf: "Gil, how would rate your swag tonight?"
Gilbert Arenas: [laughs] "It was a mellow swag until the end."
Leaf: "Is there a scale? Can you get better than phenomenal or is that the top?"
Gilbert Arenas: "No, phenomenal is the top. Phenomenal swag is the top swag."
Leaf: "So mellow swag is in the middle?"
Gilbert Arenas: "Yeah, you're just chilling."