Thursday, May 17, 2007

Who is exactly to blame here?

Sometimes I feel like quitting the NBA. My first memories of basketball are Reggie Miller scoring eight points in the last eighteen seconds to beat the Knicks. Since then, I have always been a huge fan of Reggie Miller (broadcasting career aside). I also became a fan of all clutch players. When Reggie decided to retire, my new favorite player became Mike Bibby. I also fell in love with the Kings. I developed these kinships after their epic series with the Lakers in 2002. I still remember going to my dad's apartment that night, wearing a Lakers shirt. I have never worn that shirt again. I watched nearly all the games in that series (except games 1 & 5). I felt bad for the Kings when Horry hit that shot. When I look back, if Vlade had deflected the ball two feet either left or right, the Kings win 2-3 titles. No question.
The next season everybody expected them to win the title. I attended the game where all hopes came crashing down. I was in Row J. I remember Christie, Pollard, and somebody else carrying C-Webb to the locker room.
Everybody since knows the rest of the C-Webb era in Sacramento. The Kings still remain my favorite team. They will until they trade Bibby. But damn I love Kevin Martin. The team I have taking a liking to is.....to no surprise the Phoenix Suns. I still think they should have not traded Joe Johnson. I've read McCallum's book twice. I have done a complete 180 on Nash. I hope they win a title someday. (Note to asshole/prick owner Robert Sarver: For the good of the league, please pay the luxury tax next season by keeping Marion and not drafting Mrs. Noah)
What does this have to do with anything? I'm not sure. It's just that if I look back to all of my NBA-related heartbreaks, they can be traced back to one man: Robert Horry. I used to like him. Not anymore. Thank you Mr. Horry. You have just went from possibly the best clutch role player in history to a complete jackass. But something good might come out of this. They might change the 2nd worst rule in sports (only the Tuck Rule stands in its way), the leaving the bench rule. I hate you Mr. Horry. Good Riddance.


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