Picking Up the Pieces of the NBA Lockout

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I realize that there is still bitterness out there amongst NBA fans.

 There should be.  If negotiations  had started between the owners and the NBAPA a month after the season  ended instead of a few weeks until games were supposed to start then  people might feel different.  Missing Games was inexcusable.  But then a deal was struck.  And  the owners and the players locked hands (interlacing fingers) and sang  Ozzy Osbourne’s “Mama I’m Coming Home”. But here we are now, and some of  us have a decision to make….

Do we let them back into our hearts … I mean, do we watch their games on television?

Here   are the 2 reasons that I will wake up early on Christmas morning and  sprint (briskly walk) right past the Christmas tree and to the drawing  room to watch NBA Basketball.  I  know that most people insist on keeping their T.Vs in their living rooms  or game rooms but I maintain that the drawing room is the most  aesthetically pleasing.

1.      Among   the many life lessons that I have learned from my father the one that is going to be referenced in this blog post is the ability to shoot a  basketball.  Let’s be clear here, I am not a good basketball player.  I can’t dribble, rebound, pass, sweat or recognize the difference between shirts and skins.  However, left unguarded inside an empty gym I can routinely sink 7 footers (where you at Chuck Hayes).  I owe this valuable skill set and my love for basketball to dad.

Since my father grew up in Odessa Texas, where football is king, I am led to believe 2 things about him.  The first is that he looked and acted exactly like Tim Riggins from Friday Night Lights since the original book was written about the small town in west Texas.  Riggins exemplified everything that is cool about cool and that is who I have chosen to represent my dad as a kid in my head.  The second is that he was a bit of an outsider.  I would think playing basketball in a football town is the equivalent of a West Virginian refusing to kiss their cousin.
 
It was with this in mind that I decided that I too would be a basketball man.  And  in the year of 1993, when the NBA’s Rockets of Houston started their  season winning their first 15 games and later their first NBA  championship, I had my team.  The Rockets would go on to win a second Championship in the 94-95 season bringing home Houston’s own Clyde “the glide” Drexler to assist midway through the year.  It was a glorious time and one could not help but think that this organization would never falter.  Needless to say (and yet here I go) it’s been about 17 years since they have done anything of significance.

 However, with the promise of an NBA season on the horizon there is a feeling of hope in the air.  Not really for the Rockets, but I’m sure there a few teams that have hope.  So yes, I will watch again.

          2.  I just like it.  And let’s be honest.  What else am I going to do?  Learn a new language?  Get in shape?  Travel?  Be a better husband?  I could go on listing ships that have sailed but I think my point is made.  I’m going to watch Basketball this year because it’s there.

Posted on December 26, 2011 and filed under Sports.