NBA Draft
Do you still harbor dreams of the NBA? Do you lay awake at night dreaming about what might have been? Do you hate your mother and father because their genes predestined you to a life of slavery to a desk job? Do you bemoan the fact that you were never listed on some internet draft board?
If you have answered to yes to any of these questions you have the option of emulating Zach Feinstein in his quest to be an NBA player. What? You do not know Zach Feinstein? And you still have the temerity to call yourself a sports fan? You can find him on such reputable sights as NBAdraft.net and draftexpress.com.
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I have visions jumping around my head of recapturing my childhood. "How?" you would ask if you were so inquisitive. "Why, through the NBA Finals." I would respond with all of the honesty I could muster. Aren't you envisioning a Celtics - Lakers finals reminiscent of the Bird - Magic wars of old?
But after watching the snoozfest that turned into a decent finish between the Celtics and Cavs last night I have little to no hope that the Celtics will be there to stop the Kobe express.
That monstrosity that has been called a basketball game was painful. And could somebody remind Paul Pierce that there is a basketball game going on and anytime he would like to show up would be appreciated?
And LeBron put on the ugliest almost triple-double I have ever seen.
The Celtics better get their act together. They stumbled through a series with the awful Hawks and they sleepwalked through game one with the Cavs. With Detroit looming around the corner my fond remembrances of lying on the bed and watching the Celtic - Lakers matches of old will continue to be nothing but fond remembrances.