Coming up next after the break, will the head of the NBA Player's Association and his squad of goons make it over to enemy lines in time to silence the injured son of his former coach and cause enough of a contentious scene to lead into the next episode of Rockets Vs. Clippers? Stay tuned... I mean, didn't like their attitude? Didn't like their goddamn attitude. Under the "leadership" of one player that wasn't fond of the general disposition of his former team in his return, the Rockets navigated the back channels of the Staples Center in an effort to form a two front attack on the home team's demeanor. I have no doubts that the uber confident and unreasonably loud enigma that is Austin Rivers in a walking boot had some less than kind words of instigation for the Houston Rockets. However, the reasoning for a postgame, locker room blitzkrieg being the same as that of every drinking throwing incident on The Real Housewives Of Wherever-the-fuck is a surefire sign that the NBA is quickly morphing into an organized bashing of bravados that would be fit for MTV's primetime lineup. Now, I'd be lying if I said that didn't make the product all that more intriguing, but - considering the pettiness of those that go well out of their way to engage in nothing more than pushing matches - saying you're watching sports when you tune into a professional basketball game is only half true. It hasn't reached a Kardashian-level of shameless programming, but I'll be damned if it hasn't adopted some of their more...umm...eclectic entertainment tactics. I can still technically say I don't watch reality television, but if those that do were following the story of CP3 and his new teammates bombarding the dwelling of his old teammates to wag their fingers and give an injured opponent a piece of their mind then they might vehemently disagree with that notion. Right, Blake? — Blake Griffin (@blakegriffin32) January 16, 2018
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