Friday, May 16, 2008

The Hornets Get a Taste of Some Ol' fashion Texas Home Cookin'

I hate the Spurs so much right now.

Defying the basic principles of Newtonian Physics, every slightest ounce of contact between a Hornet and a Spur led to said Spur flying through the air as though he had been dropkicked by Andre the Giant. In the span of a minute, Paul and West accumulated three offensive fouls courtesy of Duncan and Bowen flailing through the air. Add on a technical and a frustration foul, and the Spurs were up by 20. Thank you, Dick Bavetta!


And then there was the Cheap Shot.
You see that gentleman on the right, sprawled out in pain? Yeah, that is David West, after being body checked in the spine by Rob "I Murder Children" Horry. West had been combating back spasms all series, a fact that Big Shot Bob used to his advantage. Thats just Spurs Championship Basketball. Just ask Steve Nash.

As much as I hate them, I honestly cannot blame the Spurs too much. This is all the fault of David Stern, for his unwillingness to crack down on flopping. After the ugly rough-n-tumble basketball of the 90's, Stern changed the rules to limit the amount of contact allowed on defense, in order to increase scoring. The effect of this is that the best way to defend someone on the perimeter is to wait for any amount of contact, then make like the Italian National Soccer Team. But really, why is this good for the sport? Who wants to watch this crap?

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About Me

Washington, DC, United States
I am a wanabe Political Scientist (whatever that means) and novice travel writer. I am currently working in Taipei as an English teacher, while learning Chinese and looking for jobs back home. The blog's title no longer seems quite as appropriate as it did when I was working temp jobs in DC. But over time it's whineyness has grown on me, so your all stuck with it. Disclosure: Whenever I find out that I was mistaken about something I have written, or if I change my mind, I will go back and change what I had previously written. Lunatics yelling into the night sky rarely bother to print retractions. But the heavens are a less effective stenographer than the internet.