Friday, June 21, 2013
Before you continue reading this blog, be forewarned that I am going to vent a little. After wasting Tuesday and Thursday evening watching the NbA finals, it was glaringly apparent that the series was fixed. I realize this sounds like a bold statement, but there were just too many botched calls that went in favor of Queen James and his band of misfits to be ignored.
Perhaps, the NbA has been like this for a long time and I was too blind to notice. After all, there was the referee, who admitted to being involved in a scam that impacted four different championship finals, and countless other instances where the league has been less than forthcoming about some glaring inconsistencies in the way games are officiated and the results that appear to be almost scripted.
Some will say that this is simply sour grapes, and you are entitled to that opinion. However, this league has done more to destroy the credibility of this great game in the past two decades than I care to mention.
I have watched my final NbA game, unless I go back to my elementary school days and start watching pro wrestling again. After all there's not much difference between these two sports except that the wrestlers are better actors.
Now I feel a little better. Bring on College Football. I am beginning to wonder about all professional sports at this time, except for golf.