I woke up to the news that the NBA lockout has come to a close, and that there will be a 2011-2012 season. Darn. I was looking forward to a winter where hockey could finally be king. I mean, yes it is good that the Lakers will have a season, and I’m happiest for the little people that work for the franchises. On the other hand, it would be difficult for me to care less about the NBA than I do right now.
I spent my high school and college years of the late 80′s and early 90′s living in northwest Indiana, about 45 miles outside of Chicago. That was the golden era of basketball. Not only did we get to witness every single Bulls game featuring Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen, but we got to see them match up against the likes of Bird, Magic, Isaiah, and that jerk named Bill Laimbeer.
Twenty years later, and the NBA just isn’t what it used to be. Sure, the players are probably better, more athletic. But they just don’t have the flair, and the collective persona that those teams I grew up watching had. No, today we have a bunch of spoiled brats playing basketball. Today we have players that can’t beat each other decide to get together to make a “dream team” so they can get their insta-trophy. It’s just not that same.
The NBA is already trying to spin Christmas Day into their big unveiling of the 2011-2012 season. But seriously, are *you* going to sit around and watch these ingrates play three games on Christmas? Shoot, I’ll be pressed to watch three games the whole season.
To all of you big NBA fans, I’m happy for you. Merry Christmas.