Congrats to the
Seattle Supersonics for making the
NBA finals. Oh wait. I don’t care.
I have nothing against the fine folks in Oklahoma and the one time I visited there the people were very nice and welcoming. If any fan base deserves a team, it’s them. But, again, I don’t care. I don’t care because the NBA doesn’t care. If it wanted me as a fan, it wouldn’t have moved my team so unceremoniously. But it did and I haven’t watched a game since.
Now, the St. Louis Rams are threatening to move the team if the city doesn’t build it a new stadium. And it’s the exact same situation: recently upgraded arena/stadium that’s not old enough to tear down, but too new to renovate just yet. Might I suggest … Oklahoma?
It’s like getting engaged to a girl who threatens to call off the wedding unless she gets a bigger diamond ring. After a certain point you just need to assess whether it’s worth all the crazy.
Because sports are supposed to be a distraction from daily life, not a cause for more stress. They’re supposed to give us things to talk about, not be the topic of conversation. Look, I like going to games and talking about this or that, but it’s not like there aren’t a million other distractions right around the corner.
Don’t like the NBA? I’d like you to meet the NHL.
Don’t like the NHL? How about the Olympics or NASCAR or, gasp, international soccer?
Like the song says: “Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack. I don’t care if I never get back.”