It’s that time of year when I check in to the giant methadone program that is the NBA, to help ease my way from college basketball season into the long, dull, summer when nothing worthwhile happens, sports-wise. Thus, I watched the second halves of most of last week’s playoff games (I didn’t get back to the hotel room until roughly halftime), and have been putting the games on in the evening here. From this, I have learned that:
1) Cleveland’s entire offense consists of passing the ball around and hoping that LeBron James will do something spectacular. Nobody else appears to want to shoot the ball. A few of them appear not to know that they can shoot the ball.
2) Kobe Bryant’s primary offensive move is to drop his inside shoulder, hammer his elbow into the defender’s sternum three or four times to make the guy back up, then go around him while he’s wheezing. Then bitch about being fouled.
Yep. Still not basketball.