Sports Where Am I, Josh Feit?
posted by June 14 at 13:20 PMon
In answer to your question, I am on my way to get a new pair of glasses.
Yesterday, while driving to Port Townsend, I became suddenly, violently ill and threw up into my own lap. Then, just as I was getting ready to leave, my glasses broke and putting a giant rubber band around my head was the only way to get them to stay on so I could see while driving. I don’t have time to waste on Tim Duncan.
These are dark times and the fact that the Cavs (who, honestly, I watch and cringe in disbelief that they are even in the NBA finals) are likely going to get swept by the Spurs tonight is not helping.
Here’s the what: The Spurs are a great team (I never said they weren’t; I just hate them that’s all). They are better than the very young Cavs—a mindblowingly talented star who needs to develop a jump shot, an exciting rookie who’s delivering (“( . )( . ) Gibson” for Finals MVP!), idiotic dudes with really bad hair (I’m looking at you, Drew Gooden and Anderson Varajeao) who can’t catch the passes that Lebron (a great playmaker!) throws to them, and the heartbreaking Ilgauskus. Spurs win; basketball lovers lose.