May 16 2008

Dear Diary,

Published by admin at 10:10 pm under Dear Diary, Uncategorized

Pro basketball looks and feels like professional wrestling, of the Jessie Ventura kind. Players flop and fake fouls, then plead their comic case. Coaches preen in a zoot suit with an exaggerated look of frustration. The music is too loud, the lights and confetti are ridiculous, the dancers belong in a strip club, and no one watches the game. Instead, fans stare at the giant scoreboard over the court which tells them what to say in between video of dancing fans.

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