As I’ve mentioned before, I was born and raised Miami. I’m writing this while visiting my home in that very city. Years ago, a plush Dolphins football was placed in my crib when I first came home from the hospital, my dad had season tickets for the Heat’s first season, and I look at the
This marks the eighth NBA season that I could be a fan. Before then, the people in the NBA front offices didn’t know how to reach someone like me. I watched a lot of soccer, maybe the occasional baseball game, some boxing. Sports that could really get me riled up. Not that I didn’t try
In the modern NBA, teams no longer have any desire to be merely above-average. Other than a few stragglers, with owners who foam at the mouth demanding playoff berths OR ELSE, most teams have built their rosters to satisfy one of two directives: win now or do badly enough to secure a high lottery pick.
As a neutral party during Super Bowl XLVIII, I was one of the tens of millions of disappointed viewers who watched as the advertised “best defense vs. best offense” slugfest devolved into something far more reminiscent of a middle school fight where only one of the participants had been through puberty. The sole positive effect
As you may know, today begins the world’s most televised and most expensive State Fair, NBA All-Star Weekend. Over the next three days, we will watch in awe as the good people at BBVA Compass, Sears, Foot Locker, Sprite, and, because why not, Taco Bell, combine to bring us the answers to more ultimately irrelevant