Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Comin' Out of the Closet

I love the NBA.

I love the NBA playoffs.

God gives me the freedom to enjoy college basketball and NBA basketball. I am sorry if you have a small, narrow mind and are unable to grasp this concept.

I can hear you now giving your diatribe," but, the NBA is blah, blah, blah, and college basketball is blah, blah, blah."

Deal with it. These guys play an amazing game and the highest level in the world. There is a beauty and grace to what these men do.

You cannot tell me it is not enjoyable to see LeBron James combine the prowess of Magic and Michael at 20. You cannot tell me that seeing Tim Duncan perfect the fundamentals of basketball is not wonderful (for all you old schoolers). The perfect pass of Jason Kidd, Tony Parker or Steve Nash (ahhhhh).

I love the Spurs, but fully ackowledge the beauty of Carmello, Garnett, Paul Pierce, Dirk, Amaire, etc.

Okay. I admitted it. Say what you will. I will not change. It is in my genes. I was born this way and my environment affected it greatly.

(by the way, I love MLB much more).


pete said...

I'm gonna have to disagree with you about the "beauty and grace" of the NBA. More often than anything what I see is a bunch of overpaid babies with bad attitudes. Could they beat a college team? Probably. But so what? They play for the money, and that's just not as cool as doing it because you love the game and want to represent your school. (Wow, never thought I'd be the one tooting the school spirit horn.) It's like the difference between minor league baseball and MLB. The second is played better, certainly, but the first is more fun, almost every time.

Anonymous said...

No problems here. I can completely appreciate "beautiful" basketball. As a woman, I just get tired of that being the only thing my husband wants to watch. Especially, since baseball can be seen like every night. But, then he tells me--at least they are "working" for their money.

About what you said, I found it humorous how you were able to make it sound like poetry. For my husband and his brother, it is what they enjoy watching the most. It is their thing. I remember teasing my husband last year when a radio/tv announcer had said upon the beginning of Yankee baseball--it is so great to hear the beautiful sound of a bat hitting the ball. I paraphrase a bit but it was sounding poetic again. I was like--oh brother. But, my husband was saying--it's true, it's true.

I guess these games are kind of like art or poetry for you men. Maybe, this will help me appreciate the whole thing a little bit better.

Take care.