My father is a wise man. (That’s not him in the Dickerson jersey.)
He knows things.
About 8 years ago, at the peak of his soothsaying, he predicted the downfall of the National Basketball Association.
I could care less that the players wear dem danggone long shorts now. Or that they sport tattoos. Or shoot people at strip clubs.
The problem is that it’s no longer about the game play, it’s about everything else.
It’s about Paul Pierce’s fake? injury.
It’s about whether Passing Kobe, Shooting Kobe or Sexually-Assualting Kobe will show up.
It’s, somehow, about Bill Russell teaching KG Celtic history.
The problem is that the League cannot accept that it’s no longer the late 80s or early 90s. I mean, Seriously?
And all this hype and desire to return to the “good ol’ days”, in turn, leads to over-aggressive officiating (see the first two games of the Finals), over-paid rookies in hopes of The Next MJ and announcing exchanges that go something like this:
Mike Breen: Paul Pierce is one of the premiere scorers in this league today.
Jeff Van Gundy: Paul Pierce is one of the best Celtics ever to put on a uniform!
Mark Jackson: Paul Pierce is as good as Larry Bird!
Michelle Tafoya: God, I wish Paul Pierce would just impregnated me already!
All joking aside, what has the NBA come to when Paul Pierce is compared to Larry Bird (yes, the comparison was actually made)? I don’t think I need to tell you that, as far as playmaking skills go, Pierce and Bird are not even in the same Garden.
The bottom line is that it’s no longer 1988. Magic and Bird aren’t going at each other (except via commercial in baggy tank tops). And the NBA we grew up with is no more. (sigh)