NBA Borneo Semiotics, #3.64
Hey, read our live-blog of Game One!
That was a tribute to the thousands of hours that you, me and everyone spent immersed in last night's game. I was so numb, the only answer was the funnies. However, two other issues haunted me throughout the evening, and I bring them to you now. For one, the new LeBron ad. Oddly, I've already been dragging this itch around on AOL for two days. But alas, the conversation didn't get roiling there, so I was forced to haul it back to these doorsteps.
Here's the deal: if it's the Cavs fans being released, why is only the majesty of LeBron shown? The analogy I wanted to use was showing footage of President LBJ in his office as the sole mean of commemorating the Civil Rights Act. SHOW US SOME MISERY AND REDEMPTION! Otherwise, we're forced to at least weigh the possibility that LeBron is being relesed—and to be quite factual, breaking away for a dunk after a game of being semi-stifled does seem to be a form of release. The joke about LeBron being freed from the burden of expectations is bound to at least creep into the psyche of anyone familiar with "I Shall Be Released."
Oh, and no, I couldn't possibly be biased as to how to best use this song in reference to the NBA.
Also yesterday, I found myself incredibly heated that the NBA dared to go up against the Sopranos finale this Sunday. It says a lot of things to me: how clueless the league is sometimes, how out of touch it is with the demographics who watch it, it's refusal to admit its own vulnerability, and probably more than anything else, the continued buttocks-scrape that is the ABC/ESPN tenure. Mostly though, it might be the moment where I realize how little I'll care about these Finals until LeBron shows up. I have zero hesitation about skipping the first half of Game Two for these reasons, and I'm an NBA maniac. Someone should be concerned about this, right?
Subject of Tony Parker: his body control is amazing exactly because he takes the perfect shot from any angle. He can attack from anywhere, and get nailed with anything, and still end up executing one of his three main weapons. That's neither a compliment nor an insult, and pretty much sums up my thinking on the Spurs at this point.