So my torment has officially ended. The 2009-2010 NBA season has reached its conclusion and unfortunately, another champion has been crowned.
As a proud, sometimes nauseatingly so, New Yorker, this year's NBA finals was vomit inducing. I don't remember 2008 much because I was contemplating suicide as Yankee after Yankee went down with an injury and Yankee after Yankee underperformed his way to a playoff-less season. Since I was born in 1988, not seeing the Yankees in the playoffs is like a visit to the dentist - numbing with an annoyingly faint and indescribable discomfort. This year, I am not as psychologically and emotionally damaged. Thus allowing me to feel some form of emotion as it relates to this year's playoffs.
No, clearly not in 2008.
First off, I have the worst rooting interests in the history of pro basketball. I am cursed with having an affinity for loose, offensively minded basketball teams. My team this year was a severe disappointment, my Denver Nuggets. So much talent, so little resolve. Did George Karl's health concerns affect the team? Very possibly. *sigh* Such is my life.
Secondly, it is no surprise that I am a Yankees fan. Despite being so, I really do not feel the vitriolic disdain for all things Boston that most of my fellow Yankees fans have. Really, my severe loathing and contempt for Boston is isolated to the Boston Red Sox. So basically, I wasn't exactly rooting against the Celtics because they have 3 players I really like: Paul Pierce, Rajon Rondo and Ray Allen. I like Pierce because he was stabbed 11 times in a club and still played in all 82 games. Gangsta. I also stole his patented step back jumper. Rajon Rondo because he is probably my favorite point guard in the League right now, overtaking Boom Dizzle. Ray Allen because he has the sexiest jump shot form in the world. You don't understand how physiologically perfect and poetic his jump shot is... it's incredible. (Double pause). However, because they were a Boston team, I felt obligated to root for the other team. The only problem is...
I hate this guy and I will take every chance to shit on him I can.
Third, the other team had Kobe Bryant. His existence offends me. I am from Camp Jordan and I will never leave Camp Jordan. Consequently, every mannerism, every fadeaway, every scoff at a teammate is just another failed attempt to be more like Money. Am I a hater? All signs point towards yes. But I don't give a fuck. I hate Kobe Bryant. He's a fraud. He tries to act hard and fails. He tries to keep it hood and fails. He tries to model and he...looks like the picture above.
Fourth, my hatred for Kobe Bryant also got in the way of my New York pride. The Lakers had two guys from my borough.... QUEENS! Shoutouts to Queensbridge and Jamaica. I'm happy for RonRon and The Goods. Two New York kids putting in work for the title.
Fifth, I actually enjoyed watching the Celtics play basketball, further conflicting with my New York pride. They play fantastic team defense and their offense is fairly dynamic for such a defensive minded team. I'm sorry if I offended you New York...but you know I hold it down for you wherever I am.
Sixth, in my mind, I wished the following scenario would have occurred: Prior to Game 7, the Staples Center gets destroyed with nobody in the building. As a result, David Stern is forced to deem the 2009-2010 NBA season to be championless. New York rejoices. Speaking of a happier New York...
Ciara is a bad baaaaad woman. Does she have to do with anything in this post? You decide.
Lastly, today is June 18, 2010. In 13 days, LeBron James will officially become a free agent. This is probably one of the most important offseasons in recent memory for the NBA. More importantly, this is the most important free agent year for New York basketball in recent memory. If the Knicks sign Breezy and someone else (Bosh?) The Knicks look real good on paper. Will they be a playoff contender? If they decide to play defense, I think they can be.
In two weeks, the 2010 NBA season can be salvaged. Here's to hopes and dreams...
The city of New York would be so lucky.