Excuse quoting Bodie Broadus from The Wire, but nothing else came to mind. Sorry to be a Jason Whitlock. This is my blog, it doesn't have much yet but it will touch on my activities, interests and hobbies. Music, movies, television and talking/playing/watching so much sports that it becomes nerdy is what I do. I love hip-hop, I am open minded about most every other type of music except for country and whiny people singing over punk rock rhythms and ska. Country bothers me more because of the ideology it supports more than anything. Generally, my life is an information overload but when I separate myself from the world, I enjoy it like it's my job. But I don't have a full time one so I live on the internet for a lot of the time in between catering and looking for full employment. Living that 21st century post-grad dream, which means living at home.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

This post probably seems incredibly unnecessary for anyone who cares about the NBA. Especially if you are an NBA fan and are on twitter. For anyone who loves the NBA, yesterday sucked. I even suppressed any shred of optimism and abstained from tweeting, writing or talking about the circulating rumors that a full season was going to happen. Of course, the optimism was too much and the rumors never came to pass.
I think that in the end, once players miss some paychecks, they will cave on the hard-cap and the owners will get what they want in a fail-safe business model by December.
But honestly, I don’t care. I watch and love the NBA for reasons that have nothing to do with what goes on in a boardroom. There are few 40+days in sports that are more fun than the NBA playoffs. Everyone remembers Memphis upsetting San Antonio last year. I remember when Goran Dragic ended the real San Antonio Spurs two years ago with one of the great fourth quarters in NBA playoff history.
But I will really miss the narrative of a season that keeps me busy for the 20-something weeks before that. But things I will miss are the things that always get forgotten come April. I will miss moments like Gilbert Arenas and Kobe going at it while simultaneously not giving a shit if their teammates are acting as glorified spectators. I am going to miss a winning streaks like Portland’s in ‘07 that make you think, just for that time, that maybe there will be hope. I’ll miss constantly hoping that Nicolas Batum will fulfill is potential. I’ll miss Kevin Harlan screaming “With no regard, for human life!” at the top of his lungs. I’ll miss overanalyzing every miscue by the Miami Heat. I’ll miss Wesley Matthews.
I was only a kid when the last lockout was around but I can still remember desperately needing the season to come back because it was a game I loved. I grew up with MJ but even as a 5-year old I remembered moments lost in the sands of time like Vernon Maxwell lighting up the Suns to swing momentum for the Rockets in a series or Mario Elie blowing the kiss of death to the Suns bench after a game winning three. I needed to see J.R. Rider. I needed to see Latrell Sprewell post-choking incident. This year I want to see Blake Griffin. I want to see how old Rick Adelman will deal with Michael Beasley. I want to see if the Blazers will finish the process of completely breaking my heart. Because in the end, even if it hurts, at least I felt something and that’s what always kept me coming back. It’s also what will bring me back whenever the season starts but for now, fuck the NBA.