Can there be anything more pitiful than the NBA summer league? See all the draft choices and wannabes trying to make an impression.
See them all revert back to playing hoops like they were on a concrete court with metal nets in the ghetto somewhere. Who can out Harlem-globe trot the other guys?
Oh my, see them dunk. Hey, even high school kids can dunk these days.
Oh my, see they can't be bothered with playing a lick of defense, or the faintest resemblance of team basketball.
The latest breaking news -----
Stop the presses and gag the talking heads, at least for a couple minutes. It's earth-shaking.
That's right. There are rumors that one Kobe Bean Bryant might come out of retirement to join Lebron James on the LA Lakers.
That would be a hoot.
Two ball hogs on the same team.
Two Trump-sized egos on the court and in the locker room at the same time.
With a pitiful squad of complimentary players around them.
What could go wrong with this? LMAO
Teams like the Golden State Warriors and Houston Rockets must be doubling over in hysterics just thinking about the possibility. If the LA-LA boys weren't already dysfunctional enough -- THAT ought to do it.
I haven't heard any fanfare of trumpets, seen a bazillion replays of years long past, or watched golf announcers hyperventilating lately. That can only mean one thing. Eldrick Tont Woods, sometimes known as Tiger, must still be holed up in Jupiter, Florida and not entering a PGA tournament any time soon. Old Tiger sure does seem to cherry pick his spots any more. But you can bet that when he makes another grand appearance two things will happen. The trumpets, replays, and screaming will be back -- and he'll get waxed by the myriad of young guns when he actually deigns to play a tournament. Nowadays, it isn't about his chances of winning, but much more about his chances of merely making the cut. Regardless, when he finally shows, count on Eldrick getting more air time than all the players in contention combined. This misguided craze, bordering on lunacy, doesn't seem to be going away. How old and how bad does this guy have to get before people realize his days of glory are far in the rear view mirror?
So France defeated Belgium 1-0 in the World Cup soccer finals - eh? Maybe this is revenge over 200 years later. Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo happened in 1815. Guess where Waterloo is/was? Yep, Belgium.
Speaking of futbol, apparently it's a big deal to some that some dude named Ronaldo changed teams.
Personally, I wouldn't know Ronaldo from Ronald McDonald, nor care what soccer team he plays for. They run -- a lot. They kick here and there. They flop over the most incidental contact like they were steam rolled by an NFL linebacker (OMG I'm dying), but are perfectly good to go a couple minutes later. Once every few hours a goal is actually scored. And they get paid ludicrous amount of money.
And while on that subject -- what is it with soccer uniforms anyway? Tune into any game and you can't tell which team is which. Instead of the team or country names on the uniforms, it's one sponsor or another. Whoever put up the biggest bucks. At least the USA squad gets that part right. Pity they weren't even good enough to qualify for the World Cup.
What's that? A recent Sports Illustrated report mentions that the BBC has/had been paying John McEnroe a whopping TEN TIMES as much as Martina Navratilova for their commentary regarding the Wimbledon tourney in jolly old England?
Well dang. Could it possible be that Johnny Mac's take on all things tennis was worth ten times what Marnav had to contribute?
Beats me. Don't have much use for either of them.
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