Good lord, did Bud Selig become commissioner of the NBA and nobody told anyone?
I swear, this year’s NBA playoffs is shaping up to be a repeat of the 2003 League Championship Series in baseball. Here exist two teams: the Phoenix Suns, one of the most energetic and vivacious teams we’ve seen in a good long time, headed by MVP Steve Nash and rising star Amare Stoudamire; and the Miami Heat, featuring the league’s most dominant and well-recognized player in Shaquille O’Neal and the league’s best-kept secret, Dwyane Wade, who appears to have talent and charisma that may even surpass the much-hyped LeBron.
Everyone wants a Suns-Heat NBA Finals. No, seriously. Everyone wants a Suns-Heat final.
So of course, what’s going to happen? They’re both going to lose. They’ve both already lost their first games, and I honestly don’t see both teams overcoming their loss of home-court advantage. This means that just like the 2003 Worst Case Series, we’re going to have the Worst Case Finals. Sorry, folks – it’s going to be the Pistons and the Spurs fighting it out to seven laborious games, neither team scoring more than 70 points a game, to end what was supposed to be the season that revived the NBA. Just like 2003, when a bunch of nobodies played a bunch of overpaid snobs that were owned by a monopolistic owner, now we get to watch a team with the combined charm of a baked potato, a team with the league’s biggest flopper (Manu Ginobili) and its biggest cheap-shot artist (Bruce Bowen) playing against a bunch of thugs who bait opponents into fights (Ben Wallace, I’m looking in your direction).
The NBA – it’s fan-tastic!