The Kyrie Irving, Cavaliers, Celtics Trade Fiasco

I’ve just exchanged with you a Toyota Corolla for a Chevrolet Corvette.  In addition to the Corolla, you’ve been dealt a motorcycle, a moped and a Powerball lottery ticket that will be valid in about a year. However, the main point in this trade is the Corolla. You’ve just switched jobs, and while the Corvette has been your baby for a few years and has served you fine, it needs a new home and you must downgrade to another vehicle, but at the same time you seek compensation if you are exchanging your Corvette for something else.

You ultimately find somebody willing to give you an offer you can’t refuse. The Corolla has had a few good years of performance; it’s still running! At the same time, it experienced a hiccup in operation a couple of months ago. There’s a likely chance it will be repaired and could be on the backburner for a few months. There’s also a possibility it won’t run the same as it used to. But you must switch out the Corvette for something else, and other offers aren’t willing to give you the same things the person with the Corolla is giving you.

So, you agree to trade. Everything is going good, until you take the Corolla out for a spin, and then you realize that — despite knowing of the ramifications of acquiring such a vehicle with potential repair issues — you are fearful of the future for this newly acquired Corolla of yours! Even though you understood the consequences before and during the exchange process, you are now seeking additional compensation, more than what was agreed upon, and you are also considering ixnaying the whole damn deal! Eventually, after playing around and being a weasel, the other person pitches in a scratch-off ticket that won’t even be valid for another three years.

That’s the best metaphor I can come up with to describe the dipshit frenzy that was induced by the good ol’ Cleveland Cavaliers, a team that will soon be mentioned as LeBron James’ former team yet again.

Y’know, this information about Isaiah Thomas and his hip wasn’t exactly a concealed piece of knowledge. Haven’t you noticed Danny Ainge skirting around questions from the press in regards to Thomas’ future?

I don’t think the Cavs are intent on keeping Thomas around for the long haul. He’s an undersized point guard that’s almost 30-years-old and seeking a max contract. I know that a lot of Celtics fans are still hiding behind their emotions and crying about the absence of ol’ “I hustle and play hard!” I.T., but they are more than likely better off in the long haul, especially if they can build around Irving as Jason Tatum and Jaylen Brown reach the potential they might be capable of.

The Cavaliers have done well in this trade, though, not only securing the Toyota Corolla (Thomas), but getting the motorcycle (Jae Crowder). They can sell the moped for scraps. The powerball ticket (Nets’ first round draft pick) could be useful! Who knows about the scratch-off.

But it’s clear they sucked the Celtics dry.

I doubt this Celtics team will defeat the Cavaliers in the postseason. Not this upcoming year. I just don’t see it. I doubt anybody is even defeating the Warriors. But in due time, if Tatum and/or Brown reaches gold standard fruition, we can see it happen. Especially if the reports are true about LeBron getting the hell out of Cleveland (again) next summer.

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Pro Sports Loyalty is Laughable (Pitiful Utah Jazz Fans)

Utah Jazz fans are bitter bumrat schmucks this morning.

I hate it when sports fans talk about loyalty in the realm of professional sports. ‘Scuse the language (as always, folks), but it’s the dumbest fucking notion that any professional athlete in a team sport should be loyal. It’s idiotic. I hate it. I think it’s simple minded for sports fans to expect players on their favorite teams to stay forever.

Gordon Hayward is going to play for the pride and the glory of The Boston Celtics.

He could have taken more money to stay in bum ass Utah.

He could have taken more money to go play in Miami for the Heat and live a luxurious lifestyle.

But no.

He took less money to jump ship to play for the pride and the glory of The Boston Celtics.

Why? For a chance to win a ‘chip.

Nah, the Celtics will never beat LeBron and the Cavs in this reality over the next year barring serious injury to LeBron & Co. And even if they did, there’s no way in the world they’d have a screaming shitheel shot at defeating Golden State, but Hayward’s landing spot with the pride and the glory of The Boston Celtics is a hell of a lot better of a place to play for a chance at winning a ‘chip than Utah.

I love it when people justify their hate for a player leaving, because it’s foolish. It’s sad. It’s pitiful. It’s downright moronic.

I get irritated with NBA players, because there’s not many rivalries going on these days. There’s too much buddy-buddy bullshit going on. I don’t care about the regular season. My irritation lies in the fact that there’s a lot of guys who are more concerned about “gettin’ theirs” rather than chasing titles. That’s why I laughed and loved it when LeBron bolted from sorry ass Cleveland to Miami to join forces with Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh. That’s why I didn’t mind Kevin Durant leaving Oklahoma City to join Golden State.

Loyalty has no place in professional sports.

I hated it when ignorant Los Angeles Lakers “fans” justified Kobe Bryant getting that fat contract just a few years ago when he was clearly close to retirement. They claimed that he was “loyal” and he deserved the contract. Well, the prospect of Kobe leaving was huge multiple times during his career in Tinseltown. Did you forget about 2004 and 2007? Hell, he demanded to be traded at one point in 2007. Besides, if he didn’t get that fat contract with the Lakers a few years back, where was he going to go? Tell me… that dumb bastard Jim Buss handicapped the Lakers.

That annoyed me, because I’m a basketball purist. I’ll yell it forever: I want the Celtics, Lakers, Sixers, Knicks, Pistons, etc. etc. to be contenders every year. It’s more interesting.

But Jazz fans, get over yourselves.

“Years of rebuilding, and we finally get back into the playoffs, win a round and have a chance at making something special happen, and… and…. and… now we are back in the cellar. Fuck you, Gordon Hayward!”

That’s something I keep reading. Bitterness emanating from the larynxes of anguished Jazz fans.

Jazz-dudes, he played out his contract for your shitty, pitiful franchise. He poured years of heart, effort, blood, sweat and tears on the court during his tenure wearing your team’s name 82 games a year.

He fulfilled his obligation.

Then, he had the chance to go where he wanted.

Mobility.

Why would you shit talk a goddamn pro athlete for the opportunity to go where they wanted?

“He should stay loyal! He should give back to the fans! We pay his salary! Without us, he’d be nothing!”

Another remark reverberating off the walls of the bumrat schmuck coliseum…

Your boss pays your salary. If you get a better job offer somewhere else where you’d rather work, are you a disloyal jackass because you are leaving that said boss?

No.

Take the emotions out of it. Professional sports will always be about business. I don’t understand the rationale behind shitting on professional athletes for having the opportunity provided by the prospect of mobility to go where they want based on what they have in mind for their career.

Enjoy your inevitably abysmal season, Jazz fans. I’ll be laughing my ass off. Gordon Hayward and the Celtics will most likely fall to the Cavaliers, but he’ll probably have a much better time playing for a winning franchise. You should appreciate his time in Utah rather than booing just because you are sad, pitiful, bitter bumrats.

By the way, Mormons… caffeine is fucking awesome!

Kevin Durant, Mobility and Lonzo Ball

I wanted to touch on these two topics today.

While I wanted to see the NBA Finals go seven games, Kevin Durant and the Golden State Warriors smashed the Cleveland Cavaliers in five and won their second title in three years. People are still bashing Durant, but he’s taking it in stride. Recently he was spotted wearing a cupcake hat.

Was it a little ‘weak’ for Durant to go to Golden State directly after his former squad blew a 3-1 Western Conference Finals series lead against them? Sure, but if you were in Durant’s shoes, can you blame him? Your all-knowing self can sit back in your armchair and pronounce that you would have stayed in Oklahoma City, because “you are a fierce competitor” and exacted revenge on the Warriors, but the reality is that you wouldn’t know what the hell you’d do as you are not in that situation. If your intent is to get a championship ring, heading to the Warriors was and is the easiest path to the said ring with the least resistance.

Whether or not it was a “bitch move” by Durant is regardless.

Is it a “bitch move” if you leave your current job for another one in a different city in a different state?

Is it a “bitch move” if you take the better promotion in a career where you are paid a higher salary?

If the answer is no to the above questions, then why is KD heading to Golden State a “bitch move” and the worst thing in the world?

Sports fans have amnesia and settle on being ignorant. I’ll never forget when LeBron James headed south to Miami and KD subsequently signed an extension with OKC. People lauded Durant for being loyal while chastising LeBron for “fuckin’ over Cleveland, maaaan”. Welp. The tables have obviously turned ever since. LeBron has been back in Cleveland for three years and now Durant is the veritable villain of pro basketball. Typical sports fans = fickle bastards. Also, Oklahoma City Thunder fans, you have no right to bitch — you should be appreciative of Durant and the fact that you even have a sports team. You inherited the Seattle Supersonics nine years ago, so just sit back and appreciate that gift as is. Durant never owed you bumrat schmucks anything.

Speaking of villains in basketball, I hope Lavar Ball’s son Lonzo is successful. The NBA is at its best when the Celtics, Lakers, 76ers and Knicks are at least decent. Lavar’s constant attention whore status within the media is a little over the top and it puts a target on his son’s back, but hey, at least it makes things interesting.

I want an interesting NBA regular season! Not all regular seasons are created equal. The last time I genuinely enjoyed the regular season was back when the Phoenix Suns were headed by Steve Nash and running the seven seconds or less offense. They were a blast to watch.

For those of you who said, “Man, I’m tired of Lavar Ball! I’m sick of drama! I just wanna watch basketball!” You are lying. You are the same types of people who go to Twitter, emit that you are tired of a select high profile individual but continuously mention their name multiple times a week on the ol’ Twitterverse. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Just admit it: Lavar’s loudmouth yappin’ makes the league a little more interesting, because we are all curious as to how Lonzo is going to do as a pro with so many of his peers/adversaries looking to one-up him to shit his father up. How is that not interesting?

LeBron (3-5), Mobility, Opportunities

Welp. So much for a seven game series.

The Warriors finished off the Cavaliers in five games and Kevin Durant got his ring. I was ready for the circus. I wrote in a post last year about it, and I’m too lazy to link to it. I have no issues with Durant joining the Warriors. Sure, it was “weak sauce” hopping over to the team you had just lost to in the Western Conference Finals (in 2016) after blowing a 3-1 series lead, but I’m all for mobility and movement in life. You wouldn’t bash somebody for taking a pay raise or career position upgrade, would you? So don’t bash pro athletes.

One thing I will never be able to — because I refuse to — empathize with is home city homer-ism. I will state what I’ve said since the beginning of TSTOS and before when I had project blogs on WordPress in 2005 and 2006: there are no pro sports teams (at least in the three major American sports) where I grew up in southwest Virginia. Not one. The closest pro sports franchises around are the Carolina Panthers, Charlotte Hornets, etc. Outside of Virginia Tech sports programs, which of course is collegiate, I never had a ‘local’ pro sports team to choose from.

So, the Rams leaving St. Louis didn’t affect me other than making all my St. Louis Rams items collectors items. The Rams have left Cleveland, Los Angeles and St. Louis. I don’t even bother looking at the comment sections of Rams’ social media posts, because it’s always the same things: folks from LA and St. Louis bashing one another, all out of ignorance. Wasted endeavors.

With that said, over the years I’ve developed a broadened perspective on pro sports. It’s not just a black and white mentality to me, as a fan. I appreciate just about all teams in sports. I wish not only the Celtics, but the Lakers, Knicks, 76ers, etc. to be competent franchises in the NBA, because I think it makes the product better (to see classic franchises succeed)!

Before the 2011  MLB season, I wrote that I’d be OK with Albert Pujols leaving the Cardinals, as he was 31 or 32 and already spent his prime years with the Cards, and that I’d be annoyed if they rewarded him with a massive contract just for performing, that doing so would handicap the future of the franchise. The Cardinals won the World Series that year and ensuingly allowed Pujols to walk and go to the Los Angeles Angels for an egregious amount of cash. I was cool with it. Pujols was and is my all-time favorite baseball player, but I knew such a contract would be pure shit for the Cardinals. My buddy — who has since come around — was furious when Pujols left… it was smart for Pujols to take the money the Angels offered him, so I don’t blame him. And I don’t blame Kevin Durant for going to the Warriors because he wanted to win.

With all this bloviating, I still side with LeBron in 2010 — just as I did back then — when he left Cleveland. I never liked that he returned to Cleveland in 2014, though, just because of the way those idiots acted when he left. He’s the greatest athlete that has ever graced Cleveland (move over, Jim Brown), and they disrespected him by burning jerseys and all that jazz. I wield a little bit of bitterness over the Warriors blowing that 3-1 lead in the Finals last year, because I can’t help but contend that the city of Cleveland nor Dan Gilbert deserved that championship last year. It’s as though they were rewarded for the temper tantrums they collectively threw in 2010. That’s bullshit, to me.

LeBron James’ teams are 3-5 in the NBA Finals. So what? Jerry West is the logo of the NBA and his teams went 1-8 in the NBA Finals. Nobody bats an eye. My girlfriend — who enjoyed some parts of the NBA Finals but is relatively new to watching — asked me, “If LeBron is the best player in the world, why is he not so loved?” He’s always been polarizing. He’ll never get the full credit he deserves. He averaged a triple double in this Finals, and there are utter morons out there who are blaming him for the Cavs losing to a superior Warriors team. That is asinine.

The older I get, the less ‘crazed’ I am about the “my team vs. the world” mentality. I’m much more appreciative and open minded about hearing from fans who are impartial and objective about sports instead of eager to impulsively post hot takes on players or bash players for idiotic reasons whether for homer-ism of their own teams or blissful ignorance.

Why can’t we just appreciate what we are seeing?

We just watched the Warriors and Cavs play in back to back to back NBA Finals, and that’s awesome. We won’t get to see Stephen Curry, Kevin Durant, LeBron James and Kyrie Irving play forever; they won’t always be in their prime forever. Also, how incredible was it to see both teams practically completely healthy? That’s amazing and typically unlikely. We are lucky to be able to witness this epic amalgamation of talent on the court all at once.

Yet people bitch, they moan, they cry, they whine.

I’ll pose this question again: did this kind of bitching happen in the 1980s when the Lakers and Celtics were virtually in every NBA Finals either against one another three times or against other squads?

Maybe it did. I’m sure if the internet and social media were around, of course somebody would have bitched, because in the heat of the moment, just like today, folks post their opinions at impulse without a moment of patience to allow a thought to process, settle and stew for a bit.

Yet all these bitchin’ folks watched the Finals, I’m sure, and I’m positive they enjoyed themselves watching them.

Sure, the regular season of the NBA is awful, but I’m weary of long, drawn out regular seasons, anyway. I wouldn’t complain if Adam Silver & Co. reduced the amount of games in the regular season. I don’t care about teams resting star players, because I hardly watch regular season basketball outside of highlights.

Moral of all the inane rambling above: let’s all collectively appreciate greatness. The Warriors are great. LeBron is top notch. Let’s stop bashing professional athletes for wielding the opportunity for mobility/upgrading. Be a fan of your team, not the city.

Warriors/Cavs: NBA Finals Part III and Grillin’

I’m not sure how the 2017 NBA Finals ratings are doing, but all the people who stated before the Finals that they are tired of this matchup are full of bologna. I wasn’t around in the 1980s, but everything I’ve read about that decade in regards to basketball suggests that pro ball had a revival thanks to Larry Bird and Magic Johnson. Funny. Those Celtics and Lakers teams were in the NBA Finals virtually every year of that decade, and nobody seemed to get tired of that occurrence. Maybe if Twitter and other forms of social media — along with the internet — had been around back then, people would have vociferated their annoyances impulsively like they do now. Who knows.

All I know is that the Golden State Warriors and Cleveland Cavaliers are hands down the best teams in the NBA, and I’ve been looking forward to this rematch. One of my buddies who’s also a Spurs apologist like yours truly thinks the Spurs would have defeated the Warriors had Kawhi Leonard not been hurt, but I disagree — we saw the Spurs crumble after Leonard got hurt in game one of the Western Conference Finals. That one piece to the puzzle proved that the Spurs’ competence as a unit without Leonard is pretty damn tenuous! (Of course, the Cavs without LeBron might as well be Eastern conference cellar dwellers.)

The Warriors just blew out the Cavs in the first two games of the Finals. Somehow, LeBron (triple double in game two) managed to single-handedly keep the Cavs in the game until the fourth quarter of the second one. A lot of folks are already counting the Cavs out, but I’ll always believe in the mindset that a series ain’t a series until a home team loses. The pressure is on Cleveland Wednesday night. I have a feeling they’ll win game 3. I want this series to go the full seven, damn it! I was in Alabama last year and missed the last few games of the Finals.

Don’t forget that the Warriors jumped out ahead 2-0 in last year’s Finals with a 15 point win in game one and a 33 point win in game two. Then they led 3-1 before the Cavs ripped off three straight games. Yeah, I know, this is a different Dubs team; Kevin Durant jumped on board to chase a ring, but nothing is ever guaranteed or else that 2003-2004 Los Angeles Lakers squad with Kobe, Gary Payton, Karl Malone and Shaq would have beaten that awesome Detroit Pistons bunch.

Those are the burgers I grilled up on my STOK drum grill last night! They came out pretty damn good; no complaints from anyone, at least. I posted that to Reddit, and I made a mistake by mentioning STOK’s name, and a few idiots considered it a “hail corporate!” kind of thing. I wish! I’d love to be endorsed by STOK. I give them plenty of free advertising both on here and on Instagram.

It’s 73/27 ground beef. A 5+ lb. batch goes for about $10 at the grocery store. Whenever I grill them, I like to form the patties and put them in the freezer for a while to let them solidify, as it makes them much easier to cook. However, my family was so damn hungry I had to be a little quick. The problem with not doing the freezer method with these is that they fall apart. It’s difficult to sear them, because they are so fatty the fat drips onto the coals and induces plenty of flare ups. It wasn’t a huge problem last night. It at least made for some nice pictures. The burgers came out delicious and juicy, with a nice crust.

I give credit to this STOK grill because I love the cast iron grates. As I’ve said before, I’m a cast iron freak. Nothing holds heat better. I also love this grill, because with the basket you can use it as a direct/indirect grill, and what I plan on using with a “vortex” method pretty soon. I’m going to get some wings and start them off on indirect heat on the grill for 7-10 minutes per side with the lid closed before crisping them up, very carefully, on direct heat. Should be some damn good eatin’! The little lady loves crispy wings (hell… so do I), so this should be worth a shot on the ol’ STOK!

If Last Night Was Manu Ginobili’s Final NBA Game…

Then I must say: thank you, Manu Ginobili.

Ginobili is one of my top 10 favorite players of all-time. A great Spur in his sixteen years in San Antonio. I remember frequenting a sports forum back in the summer of 2006 that featured a member by the name of “koolaid”, who was a Los Angeles Lakers fan, a guy that believed Ginobili was on the same level as Kobe Bryant. Some might say that’s far fetched, and hey, in a way it is, but if you consider Kobe’s game to be ‘artistic’ in expression, in regards to his free-flowing offensive style, how can you not say the same about Ginobili, if you’ve watched him play? Sure, he was always a little awkward in his movements, but his dribbling and drives to the basket made for some of the best highlights in the history of the game.

My all-time favorite Manu game, prior to the 2005 NBA playoffs, was back in January 2005 when he scored 48 points on the Phoenix Suns! The 2004-2005 NBA season was a pretty damn fun one. It was Reggie Miller’s last year, the SuperSonics were damn good with Ray Allen and Rashard Lewis, it was Shaquille O’Neal’s first season in Miami with second year guard Dwyane Wade, the Spurs were potent and the Pistons were gung-ho on attempting a repeat (I loved that Pistons’ team, by the way; nowadays where a team must feature two or three stars, that Pistons squad functioned as a unit led by Larry Brown).

The Suns were fantastic in ’04-’05 with that “7 seconds or less” offense headed by Steve Nash! A lot of people call the Warriors of the last couple of years the greatest offense ever, but man, if you were too young to watch the ’04 or ’05 (especially the ’04, though) Suns, I feel sorry for you. Steve Nash was in the midst of his first of two back-to-back MVP season performances, and they were a thrill to watch if you enjoyed basketball.

Tensions were running high in January 2005 in the Western Conference. The Spurs and Suns were battling it out in an Old West duel for the top seed in the said conference. That night, January 21, 2005, I was finally switching to cable/broadband internet after having dial-up my whole life. It was an aggravation! However, while dealing with all that, the Spurs/Suns game was on ESPN and Ginobili, well, like I said, he lit the Suns up with 48 points and the Spurs won a thriller in overtime.

All my favorite players have just about retired!

Charles Barkley is Right About LeBron James

I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time defending LeBron James over the years. Lately he’s been bitching about wanting more playmakers on the Cleveland Cavaliers. I think it’s just a ploy to stir up dust, something he seems to do just about every January (the last couple of Januarys) to light a fire under his team. No harm, no foul.

Charles Barkley said that LeBron is whiny; I agree.

“Daddy” (The Cleveland Cavaliers) told the child (LeBron James) he can’t have his toy. LeBron, who has a house full of toys, runs crying to “mommy” (the media) saying that “daddy” doesn’t love him. “Mommy” and “daddy” fight when the toy store worker (Charles Barkley) pipes in and implores the “daddy” and “mommy” to act like adults. “You spoiled that child and now he’s a whiny brat”, Barkley the toy store worker emits. “How many toys do you need kid?” And now the child is running to “mommy” saying that the mean man hurt his feelings. Just imagine what all the other parents (teams) and children (players) are thinking.

In all seriousness, why do we now have a society where the criticizer dishing out soft criticism is dubbed a ‘hater’? I’ve wrote about this in the past. I despise that word and I can’t help but view people saying it as childish or downright mentally ill-by-choice.

LeBron went on to Google some lurid facts about Barkley’s indiscretions and brought it to light. You can tell just how offended ‘Bron was/is, just by how emotional he is about it. He might just be the most thin skinned star in NBA history.