Alright, we have a Lakers-Celtics NBA Finals for the first time since…when? ’85 or ’86? I don’t think any of the current players were on those great teams, but that hasn’t stopped the NBA nostalgia machine from working overtime. I would really like to see my man Ray Allen get a ring; don’t know if the NBA will allow it, though. I mean, somebody had to get Pau Gasohol to L.A., right? And that someone wants the Lakers to win it all.
But seriously, this NBA Finals has all the signs of being planned from the start. You can just see David Stern sitting in his office one year ago, thinking of ways to prevent another San Antonio-Cleveland debacle. Someone suggests rigging the lottery again and getting Boston the #1 pick, and Stern responds with a shrug. Sure, getting Kevin Durant would be nice, but he’s no Kevin Garnett. Then a light bulb goes off over his head and he says, “Durant’s no Garnett, but you know who is? Garnett himself!” And so the trade is put into place at NBA offices, and culminates in this exciting Finals. I love it when a plan comes together.
But seriously, this whole season is marred by the Pau Gasohol deal. You know Memphis could have gotten more for him, but they chose to send him to a title contender for some spare change Mitch Kupchak found in his car and an empty kleenex box. And now they’re in the Finals in an NBA dream matchup. Again, you gotta love it when a plan comes together. At times like this I wish I had no sports integrity and could just root for whichever team was winning.
Go __________! (to be filled in after Finals),
Epth Nation
