The title is a disclaimer to this post.

I’ve written before on why I think the sport is evil, but I seem to be caught in a perfect storm. I’m watching the last half of the fifth game of the NBA finals (the first game I’ve watched in years), because for me, it’s a twofer. I’m living in LA, which is Lakers crazy (and since I hate basketball, that just makes me hate it all the more). And I was born and bred in southeastern Michigan, so my tribal instincts out, and I get to watch the Pistons dismantle them.

The fact that they were supposed to have already lost the championship by now makes it all the sweeter. Detroit was supposed to get creamed, and instead, the Lakers would have already lost their shot at their legacy if the accused rapist hadn’t had a lucky shot in the second game. I’m going to savor the fourth quarter.

Then, I’ll hope once more that the sport implodes once and for all, with the collapse of the supposed superstars.