Cleveland Rocks?

One of my biggest fans (who happens to refer to me as the "Perez Hilton of Sports") recently implored me to add another entry to my ultra-popular blog; so on this sultry mid-June evening, I've decided to jot down some random thoughts on the NBA:

When the hell did Al Roker become the coach of the Cavaliers?
Seriously, the resemblance is uncanny...its bad. Yet, something tells me that even the popular, portly, black weatherman could do a better coaching job than Mike Brown has in this series. Where has Eric Snow been? How many minutes did he play last night, like five? Wasn't he a stud in similar circumstances a few years back with the Sixers against L.A.? Granted they went on to lose that series like the Cavs will lose this one in the imminent future, but Snow was an important compliment to Iverson, offensively and defensively, and would undoubtedly aid the Cleveland LeBrons in their quest to salvage some vestige of respect for the Eastern Conference. These NBA Finals have been awful, and I have absolutely no desire to watch the NBA anymore for the time being. Not only does the regular season last far too long, but these playoffs have been thoroughly excruciating to watch. The only redeeming quality of the incessant NBA season has been TNT's pre and post-game newscast of Ernie Johnson, Kenny Smith, and Sir Charles Barkley. They're absoultely hysterical, and exude an enjoyable chemistry on camera. If only they could do ESPN'S Sunday Night Baseball, replacing Benjamin Franklin and Joe Morgan...who apparently has an affinity for stating the obvious, and repeating his earlier remarks.
Anyway, the NBA Finals is over. Thank God. Did anyone seriously believe that LeBron would lead the Cavs to the promised land by beating basketball's newest dynasty, San Antonio Spurs. As boring as they are to watch and follow, and as often as I believe Manu Ginobili travels with the ball to the basket (EVERY TIME), they play exceptionally well together, and have a brilliant tactican and coaching personality in Craig Popovich. The Cavs are a mirror image of Kobe's Lakers, and how did they turn out in the Western Conference? Not too well. There's no way the Cavs had any chance in this series. Mike Brown better make some adjustments in game four, or this series will be over faster than you can say, "that's what's happening around the country, here's what's happening in your neck of the woods." "What's happening" in Cleveland would be another failure for "the mistake by the lake." (Even though Cleveland is actually far from a mistake, and happens to be a very interesting city with a long and eventful history which I will expound upon in a later entry.)

In sum, congrats to the Spurs. You earned this championship, and my respect as much as I hate all of you. I'm going to bed...expect me to rant and rave tomorrow about why I REFUSE to boo Barry Bonds.
--Katastrophic