Sports Picture Me Ballin’
posted by April 16 at 12:30 PMon
Aside from the unfolding drama of the Renton-Oklahoma Sonics, the sport of basketball gets virtually no love around here. I place part of the blame on the utter mediocrity of the local team (specifically Bob Hill, Bob Hill’s hair, Nick Collison’s big, slow-moving lady hips, and a lack of inside game), but there are other reasons too (like impenetrable whiteness, but that’s a discussion for another time…)
Yesterday when I should have been doing things like, say, my taxes, I watched the Bulls destroy the Wizards in embarrassing fashion (they are nothing without Gil and Caron) and a tight game between the Mavs and the Spurs (who, with the exception of Manu Ginobli, make me want to fall asleep). To quote the slogan, I love this game. I fucking love this game, actually. The current athleticism and skill level in the NBA (not to mention number of bad/amazing tattoos) surpasses that of any other professional sport in America.
So fear not NBA fans (and I know there must be at least two of you out there)—the playoffs begin this Saturday, April 21, and I’ve taken it upon myself to be your guide. Lots of interesting things afoot—Nuggets seem to have finally found some kind of rhythm, Pistons are doing magical things with the addition of C-Webb, Dirk is Dirk, Baron Davis and his beard may just get the Warriors into the playoffs, D-Wade and Shaq are back. Stay tuned.
My pick? SUNS ALL THE WAY, baby.