Tonight, the Indiana Pacers are playing the Miami Heat for the right to play the San Antonio Spurs in the NBA Finals.
It’s a foregone conclusion how this ends. Third quarter, Miami rallies, takes an insurmountable lead, then wins a close one when LB James plays hero ball, generating even greater ratings for Commissioner Stern in his swan song. They sweep San Antonio and ESPN makes James into the Jordan-like King of the Sports Entertainment World. Douchebags globally go out and buy more Heat gear as they equate James winning with them winning. It’s like the Transformers movies they made to sell toys.
If it doesn’t end like this…it’s going to end like this.
I’m watching WWE Raw. I prefer entertainment that is what it says it is. While the NBA pretends to have non per-ordained events, the WWE has pre-ordained outcomes and it wallows in them. WWE has guys who talk a lot of shyte. They have a ton of unbelievably fit men and smokin hot women to attract viewers. They have incredible story lines, and promote their stars. It’s a soap opera in tights.
Speaking of which, who is this supremely hot chica here supporting Big E Langston? Whoo whee! A.J Lee is Chernobyl hot!
Look, I really don’t believe in conspiracy theories. Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK. Men landed on the Moon after a giant rocket carried them from Cape Canaveral into space. But I refuse to believe the NBA is any more real than the WWE. Not when a linebacker can essentially run over people then fall down like a baby when lightly grazed.
