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This is supposed to be the time of year where every sports fan is to bask in the excellence of whatever game they want to enjoy. As it stands, it’s November 7th, and I have no NBA. And I want it back.
I do not give a drippy white shit-soaked turkey sandwich if the players and the owners cannot find some kind of amicable agreement. Whatever they have to do, they need to get it done.
This past weekend had the players leaving the table again, refusing to commit to the current offer. And the owners are probably taking too much of the profits, but the fact that they locked out the players in the first place has always meant that the owners themselves hold all the fucking cards in the deck. The NBA Players Association has a really hard time grasping the fact that their union just isn’t as powerful as their Major League Baseball and National Football League counterparts. I and every professional basketball-loving fan under the sun of this earth would love to think so, but that isn’t the case.
So if it means 50/50, 51.2/48.8, or taking a mutual dump in each other’s mouths to seal SOME kind of deal, David Stern and Billy Hunter need to both sign on a dotted line that will be the direct result of us NBA fans seeing basketball played on Christmas Day. And I want my basketball quintuple-header on Christmas Day like last year. It was magical. Only then did it feel like the true spirit of the season.
And that’s my giving a damn.