Friday, June 15, 2007

Congratulations 2007 Champio...OK I'm Bored.


What's the hulabaloo about? The NBA Finals were over on May 18. RECAP, May 18: Spurs beat an Amare-less Phoenix Suns in Round 2.
The rest is just formalities.
This recent sweep over the King's Cavs instantly reminds me of the 2002 Lakers sweep over the New Jersey Nets in the Finals. "Who-Jersey??", read banners and t-shirts in the crowd. And by all accounts, the Finals that year were ALSO determined in the West, with LA scraping by Sacramento in a dramatic Game 6 & 7. San Antonio mirrored that idea this time around, winning yet another championship. They're pretty damn good.
I gotta say though, and this goes out to all sportswriters and media fools--please, do NOT call this a dynasty. The last thing the NBA needs is to over-glorify this team's greatness. Come to think about it, the fact that Robert Horry now has seven championship rings (1 more than MJ btw), perfectly personifies this dangerous labeling of "dynasty" for the Spurs: asterisks all over the place.
For example, if they were a "dynasty," they would've won non-asterisked back-to-back championships. Thats what dynasties do, show both dominant power and succession. Look at the real world. Ancient Chinese Dynasties of yore didn't let some foreign leaders run their governments and militaries for a little while then go back to being a dynasty. In that same respect, if the Spurs are now a dynasty, then they were awful nice about letting Shaq and Kobe's Lakers take over their dynasty for 3 straight years! Not to mention out of the last 9 years in this "reign," the Spurs have only had the best league record ONCE. Dominant power? I think not.
Anyway. The whole labeling of dynasty thing is irrelevant. Almost as irrelevant as seeing the words "Game 5: if necessary" on the NBA Finals Series breakdown, or wondering how good it must feel to be Tony Parker right now. Either way, I'm not hating (yes I am) on the Spurs. Good job. You definitely are that much-respected (albeit boring as !#@&^ to watch) well-oiled machine we've all fatally accepted you to be. And although I'd opt to pay money and watch Deleted Scenes from Catwoman for two hours rather than one of your yawn-induced regular season games for free on NBC (on a weekend), I think that between your fans flaunting signs of "WITNESS THIS" next to an image of four Finals trophies, and Michael Finley holding the championship game ball saying, "I might just put it in the bed between me and my wife," there might just be some hope for you guys and that other title you won with this series ("Worst Televised Finals Series Ever") after all.
...Actually, don't quote me on that.

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