In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I wasn't anything close to rooting for Cleveland until the Eastern Conference finals. If all pertinent players were healthy, I would have preferred to see Phoenix, Chicago, Denver, Washington, New Jersey, my NBA Live Chicago team, or Golden State in the finals. That being said, Lebron has been ridiculous.
As ridiculous as a Cruise-Holmes sex tape.
As ridiculous as Danny Devito in a glittery thong.
As ridiculous as my going an entire blog post without a gratuitous shot at Gaudio.
It's not that he scored 29 of 30 points to end the most important game in the NBA all season. It's that he did it with Eric “I get left open from four feet in Nerf Basketball” Snow, Damon “I really want to be a broadcaster” Jones, and Donyell “I don't have a pointlessly long nickname but I'm still useless” Marshall playing significant minutes down the stretch. I swear that during one offensive play I saw Damon Jones texting someone on his Sidekick. The fact the Lebron was able to do what he did is not just a testimony to his greatness, it's a testimony to the fact that the Detroit defense had absolutely no idea of what was going on. There's not much to be said that hasn't been hashed, rehashed and deep-fried, so I'll just sum it up in one word.
Ridiculous.
At the other end of the spectrum are my own New York Yankees. Currently they sit eighteen furlongs behind the Boston Red Cocks, and there doesn't appear to be a gameplan for how to deal with it. I'm sure that watching Boston rape the rest of the league is as close to sex Rebello (remember him?) is going to get, but that doesn't mean I have to take this sitting down. I demand that more money be spent. As long as there are other players on other teams, the Yankees will have a chance to lose. And that's just not part of being a Yankee fan.
Being a Yankee fan has always been like being one of those girls on My Super Sweet Sixteen; lots of money, high expectations, and even when the rest of the country thinks you're a whiny bitch, you don't care because you and your BFFs totally rule the roost.
Now it's like being on Punk'd. Yeah, you're rich and famous, but now you're being publicly embarrassed. And you kind of have to laugh it off, and shake your head, but inside you're still kind of pissed.
Also because Punk'd sucks now.
Apparently, people are playing hockey these days.