I never thought hearing the term "lockout" would have as negative effect on my ears as it does today. This thing sucks. It's been exhausting, confusing, frustrating, and even occasionally comical. If it wasn't for Bullets Forever and SB Nation in general, I would be lost all together on the matter. Instead, I'd say I am pretty informed on the issues we can attribute not having an NBA season to at this point. Yet here I am along with the rest of my fellow fans, the victim of Stern's lies, Hunter's terrible (lack of a) plan, and the four different sides of this whole mess.
There have been plenty of dramatics through these proceedings, yet these events only give a sport's writer so much to write about. After all, how many times can one guy type the letters BRI into his laptop before the letters start wearing off? Luckily though, we do follow a team full of characters and personalities rivaled by few. Could you imagine if we were Spur's fans right now? I can see the headlines; "Duncan Swims Laps in Private Pool," "Ginobli Falls Off Map, Returns to Argentina," or even "the Tony Parker Chronicles: Eva's New Man".
Here's a few of the headlines, for better or for worse, that our own team has provided us with over the last few months; we've got "Javale Mcgee Eats Cinnamon..." we've had talks of club violence, we've had Crawford gets smacked by Garnett, we've had NBA Player Rankings, and we've heard some sporadic lockout talks here and there. We've had mispelled t-shirts (Play Off Starts Here!), we've had the Javaris Crittenton stuff, we've had plenty of extended summer league basketball, we've even gotten a Nick Young-Gilbert Arenas cat/twitter fight(kinda). The obvious thing we have been deprived of is the real life game analysis and entertainment. We haven't gotten to break down Wall's eight turnover night, Javale's pretend box out's, or how Nick's shooting percentage multiplied by his assist number might not exceed 1.000. Obviously though, this is what we should expect to be deprived of when the NBA started canceling games.
I am going to go ahead and call the Pradamaster's Player Evaluation of Kevin Seraphin the last solid talk of a (real) NBA season on the front page of this site. That was on July 21. That's 125 days of this non basketball stuff. And this is far from an indictment.
My point is this; to those of you still lingering here admiring Nick Young for swallowing a tbsp of cinnamon and arguing the clear fact that David Stern is an evil, dictatorial, warlock, no one can ever question your fandom to the Washington Wizards. Living in No. VA I swear I encounter more non-Wiz NBA fans than guys who actually cheer for their local team. It's good to know that I'm not just weird or living out some unhealthy obsession, and mostly its just good to know I am not the only one who subjects myself to watching and cheering for this circus. So kudos for the loyalty, commitment, and inexplicable craziness that brings us back every day. Ohh yeah and props to our front page guys too for scraping something together for us every day anyway.