Lebron James Had to Be Carried to the Bench During Last Night’s Game Because of Cramps
Here’s the thing: cramps suck, especially for a basketball player like Lebron, who routinely plays 40-42 out of 48 minutes in a game. Add in the fact that the air conditioning broke and it was apparently 90 degrees inside the AT&T Center and I can understand you getting cramps in your legs. But come on. Game 1 of the NBA Finals, you’re going for a three peat and trying to get your team into the “greatest teams ever” discussion…and you leave the game with cramps. I’m rooting for the Heat to win. I no longer despise Lebron, because it’s clear he’s the best player on the planet and saying otherwise at this point in his career makes you look very, very stupid. No one can guard him, and he can guard ANYONE on the other team. What else do you want in a player? But situations like these make it really hard to defend him. How can one of, if not the best athlete in the world continually leave the game with cramps? It doesn’t seem possible that this can keep happening. Is he not hydrating himself? Are the trainers Texan spies? It really boggles my mind. I hope Lebron comes back strong Sunday and the Heat rally off four straight wins and we can get past this. But for now, bring on the Midol jokes. Lebron has cramps.
Don’t Flop Till You Get Enough
I’m pretty new to this blogging thing, but I thought that this topic should be discussed in some way. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a very big basketball fan, but something has been making me change the channel and watch some real men battle it on the ice, this something is called “flopping”. Now, I know I’m not the only one out there that’s disgusted with watching these primadona’s flailing around like they’re on Broadway. Basketball was never like this. If you took the ball to the rim in 1972, you were lucky if you made it back to the bench with your sneakers on. But, you know what the best part about it was? The Ref’s kept their whistles silent and let them battle it out for the rest of the night. One prime target of this flopping era is the King himself. Yea you LeBron, you’re guilty as charged. You’re the size of a mini van charging into the lane like freight train, why flop?
As you can see, sports as definately changed over the years, maybe once Stern has sailed into the sunset, the NBA can hire a new commissioner that will give us a little more excitement out on that court.
~D-Hule (First-time blogger, long-time reader)