What a joke. What a goddamn joke. Relative to the LeBron James-led teams of the last six years, this season's version of the Cavaliers isn't even good. In fact, if we are going by literally any defensive metric then they are actually pretty fucking bad. Yet still, I can't - in my heart of hearts - hate on their head coach's decision to throwing an organization-wide party while two teams battle it out for the unforgiving right to lose to them in five games next round. In almost every other situation in professional sports it would be considered a bad omen to be licking the bone clean and sipping beers while laughing at your upcoming opponent as they begin their preparations to face you. However - with the East proving to be even weaker than how frail everyone originally thought it was going to been in the first place - Tyronn Lue might be able to get away hosting BBQ's on his bench all the way up until the NBA Finals. LeBron James could show up with his jersey slathered in Sweet Baby Ray's, and he would still beat the Raptors or Bucks like a drumstick. All the pieces of chicken that he consumes during that watch party will be tied for second place on the list of the most important wings headed to the Eastern Conference Semifinals before he shits them out. It's nonsense. The Wizards, Celtics, and Raptors were all supposed to give Cleveland some sort of run for their money, and they are all still duking it out with mediocre-to-bad teams while Tyronn is collecting that cash to buy a new keg. I almost have to respect how little they look like they actually care, because history has shown that they really and truly have no reason not to treat the first three rounds of the NBA Playoffs like a pick-up game at a Block Party.
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