There is no joy in Mudville today.
I never thought I would write these words, but I won’t be watching the game tonight. I’ll be DJ-ing at Rhythm Room and feel very “Que Sera, Sera” about the game. I don’t think I will ever go out of my way to watch the NBA again. If it is on or there is nothing else to watch, I will watch, but I’ve had it.
I watched some of the first quarter on Tuesday and most of the second, but I didn’t watch more than 10 seconds of the second half before I turned it off. I saw the Suns come out and work their way back in the game and then, while picking up Teresa from work, heard enough of the beginning of the second half to know they were cooked.
To lay that big of an egg in a game that was there for the taking if they had just made adjustments, returned the physicality, and exerted their will on the Nuggets is just the last straw. Monty Williams is a nice guy and probably a good coach to play for, but his teams have showed little in the form of GUTS when pushed by a more physical team.
Devin Booker is a hell of a player and I truly enjoy watching him, but he can’t beat the Nuggets by himself. I feel for the guy. He has to be feeling hugely betrayed right now. His new star teammate, Kevin Durant, can’t hang onto the ball and can’t find his stroke. Chris Paul can’t run, can’t stay healthy, and is no longer clutch. His center, the former first pick in the draft Deandre Ayton, is a fucking bum. A talented bum, but a bum just the same.
This team cannot win as constructed and because of the trade they have made, they will not win next year either. There is no way they can match the depth of the other good teams in the West. They will do okay and probably make the playoffs again next year, but unless they add some tough-minded players who are willing to get rebounds, play defense, and make a few shots, they will lose just like they will lose tomorrow.
The Nuggets are simply better than the Suns. Good for them and for their fans, I suppose, but I will be hoping they lose in the Western Conference finals. They are lacking in class, and I don’t like Jokic at all. Good player, sure, but he’s a piece of shit as a person, I’m fairly sure, by the way he likes to give cheap shots.
Maybe the Suns and I need a break. Maybe it’s a “It’s not you, it’s me” situation. Maybe it’s almost fifty years of disappointment with no end in sight that has me realizing that I’ve given enough of my time, finite as it is, on this planet. I have better things to do than watch brats chase balls. A little league game would show more maturity and poise.
Having said all that, I do hope they win. I just won’t be watching.
I might not even tape it.
See you tomorrow.