NBA Free Agency Is Turning Me Into The Type Of Person That I Have Always Hated

Look, I get it. The salary cap was raised by 35%, and in turn the market value of every schlub whose contract happened to expire this summer is going to increase proportionally. In theory, I can logistically make sense of that. That is, until I see a guy that scored 15 points TOTAL in 4 ROUNDS of playoff basketball agree to a contract that pays him 16 MILLION a year. I'm sorry, I just can't wrap my head around the size of the contracts that are being handed out to guys that aspire to be mediocre role players. I understand why it's happening, but then I see the actual numbers and they are so shocking that it completely jumbles my brain to the point that the only word that I can formulate is "how?". 

I don't want to turn into the old, semi-racist guy sitting on the porch drinking whiskey and complaining about guys that make millions of dollars to "put a ball through a hole", but this wave of NBA free agency has me itching to invest in a rocking chair. I hate the type of guy that bitches about how much athletes make. People that complain about athlete's salaries like they are the ones paying them have always made me sick. That said, I simply can't act like it's not an injustice of EPIC proportions when Timofey Mozgov - a guy that sniffed the floor during the NBA Finals as much as Jay-Z's nostrils - signs on to make 25% more annually than Steph Curry. I have principles, and one of them is that the listing price of a 6'10 accountant that hasn't touched a basketball since middle school shouldn't be 7 figures. Maybe I just feel ostracized because my mid-range jump shot is at least worthy of the vet minimum in this type of fiscal environment. However, the amount of money being frivolously flung around to undeserving parties has NBA free agency looking like the current Presidential election and it's Trump-ing my ability to remain indifferent. ​