During the NBA televised games, we hear a lot of nonsense chatter, see celebrities sitting in front row box seats, watch Spike Lee's antics and other balderdash. The voices/over are usually former star players who grew old to play again at age 40. BTW the legs go first.
Who can forget the Magic of Johnson, the skill of Larry Bird or the excitement of Michael Jordan taking an inbound pass with two seconds on the clock and winning the game by one point. He smiles at the camera, signs autographs and trots into the tunnel while giving high fives along the way. That's real class!
For us older fans, we watched Jerry West, Bob Cousey and Elgin Bailer sink baskets from half court, in their tight shorts with well developed jock straps. Female fans experienced orgasms in public without fear of exposure.
Nowadays, basketball players in the NBA are mostly Dinosaurs, seven feet tall, weighing 300 pounds and earning salaries in the millions. Endorsements add another few million. Then, like Dwayne Wade with the Cleveland Cavilliers, they have a fancy clothing line that sells out after every winning game. More millions for Wade.
My complaint is over the blabbish during the games. Isn't it enough to see a high flying Dr. J or an incredible shot from Steph Curry? Apparently not. It's all blah, blah, blah up in the press box. Former star player Izaha Thomas or Charles Barkley talk about the players growing up with gangs in Chicago or a homeless shelter in Oklahoma City. Boo-hoo. So sad, in the words of our Great Emancipator in the White House.
So, let's stop all the chatter and allow the games to speak for themselves. Like in golf. You can hear a pin drop on the green. Soccer remains a hot bed of excitement and revolution. Anger spills over and people get trampled. Why? I don't know. Somebody tell me something.
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