What’s happened to the NBA?

One of my x-loves is basketball. It was poured into my upbringing in about the same quantity as milk. I’ll spare you the long saga of my career playing basketball and focus only on the NBA in this blogpost.

I reached my most influential years during the 80s rivalry of the Boston Celtics (yea) and the L.A. Lakers (boo). My family never missed a game. Even my mom would become a nervous wreck watching those games. My brothers used to brainwash me that my other brothers were Danny Ainge, Larry Bird and Greg Kite. A few years after the height of their fame, I was delighted when my sister finally passed me her Boston Celtics t-shirt to wear as a night shirt.

My brothers were gone soon after the Celtics glory and my family never got hysterical about Michael Jordan. I still considered myself a NBA fan until Kobe “the rapist” Bryant soured it all. As I got busier with being a teenager and being buried in homework in college, I somehow stopped watching the NBA. However, I’ve always cleared my schedule to enjoy March Madness and follow my family upbringing to cheer only for Duke-- who usually breaks my heart.

And now—scandal after scandal, what is there to watch in national sports??? Mr. Floporama follows all sports and I’ve become aware of the existence of other disgusting sports heroes that are all children have to look up to now.

The best thing ever to happen to stockholders in the NBA is a pair of familiar teams to make the finals this year. I have been enthralled. It’s wonderful to remember the same color jerseys playing 20 years ago. I’m disgusted with the super media attention they are trying to give Kobe “the rapist” Bryant as if he had negotiated in his contract to have major PR included for his image. It gives me joy to remember that he was too good to go to college and play NCAA which means he doesn’t have any education. When his body gives out and he has the rest of his life to be a has-been, he will have no education to build even create something to pass the time with. I would laugh if his agent embezzles everything. He should not be compared to Jordan, ever.

The game has changed. The shorts are longer, the fan apparel is better designed and HD has made me realize that the players are not dripping water. But somewhere under it all, I’m drawn into the game again. I enjoy that some of the old players are still near the Celtics team. Dear ole Danny is G.M.

I foresee that this will be my only sports post ever so don’t expect any continued poor commentatorship here. I guess I still “I love this game.” What’s happened to that too? “The Finals” is not any kind of a slogan.
Come on Boston!!!

Gotta love a complex

Alright alright, I’LL blog again.

Disclaimer—Cat is sitting on my wrists so all spelling mistakes are the cat’s fault as well as my faulty elementary education.

Mr. Floporama and myself are doing very very well. (cat has hit 4 keys on the computer pulling up strange menus)

We have been renting a 1200 sq foot town house literally 200 yards from Mr. Flop’s employer. He walks to work which is a closer walk than his assigned parking space at his employer. (Cat is considering falling asleep. Deliberation is over.) We’ve been living here for not quite 2 months. We found a house this week that suits us (pictured above) and we will close on the house no later than the 10th of April. We are very excited for this development.

Cat is bathing now.

There are some things about living in an apartment complex that I will miss. I want to name these so that my by invitation only, very privileged readers can also be reminded of apartment complex joys.
1. There is a diesel dodge pickup with every supped up muffler attachment and lift kit available—that leaves for work at 5a.m. every morning. The thing is so loud it shakes the building.
2. Our neighbors downstairs are very unsocial. They play xbox continuously, fight occasionally and create a general hum of background noise.
3. The old woman downstairs and not directly underneath us has 3 DOGS. They bark all the time. I see that she got in trouble for killing the lawn in front of her apartment from the dogs peeing all over it. I do not envy the next occupants. x
4. Our apartment has the smallest amount of cupboard space of anywhere I have ever lived (and I’ve lived in many dumpy apartments.) We converted the full size double closet in the bathroom (who puts a double closet in the bathroom?) into our pantry. It is kind of gross to walk past a toilet to find a cup of sugar.
5. Cat will miss the stairs though he only gets to enjoy the inside set. Our new house will be on one level and the cat loves flying at his top speed up and down the stairs to be on the level we don’t want him to be on. I will enjoy moving all of our crap down from the 3rd floor when we move.
6. Is there ever enough convenient parking in a complex?
7. One of the advertised features of our complex was “upgraded appliances!!!!” Upgraded means black in color and nothing more. Our freezer on top, bend-all-the-way-over fridge on bottom is about a foot narrower than the refrigerator space. Looks cheap to me J
8. The washer and dryer are reversed. This means that the door to the dryer opens into you instead of into the wall which becomes very difficult to move wet clothes into the dryer because you keep running into the door.

Don’t get me wrong, I would tell anyone I knew if they needed to rent to rent where we have. They are new apartments and an awesome location. But I think I needed to record these features so that I’m more excited for a monthly house payment.

Cat is asleep now.