A Grim Welcome
This day is way too much like the big French dinner I had last night. Both have left me stupefied, and capable only really of reflecting on my own mortality—or, as it were, the mortality of my ability to process basketball in a meaningful way. I've taken down that other post, since it confused me.
Did want to mention this, though:
"You can say I destroyed the game, but maybe you need to stop making excuses."
I don't think any kid says "Jordan made such a mess of this sport that I don't need a jumper." It would make more sense if MJ were addressing a roomful of old white men, trying to convince them that really, they do like the NBA. They just don't know it yet, or won't admit it.
Hey, here's our Deadspin preview of Nuggets/Lakers.