“Don’t try to be everyman. Don’t pretend you’re a member of every community you visit. Don’t try to be citizens of some artificial globalized community. Go deeper into your own tradition. Call more upon the geography of your own past. Be distinct and credible. People will come.”—The Power of the Particular, NYTimes
Tired as hell from a long day, I went to bed early last night. Before 9pm, even. I was aware that game where LeBron and co. were likely to win the title was on. After rooting for the Pacers and the Celtics to beat the Heat, I just didn’t have it in me to root for whatever an Oklahoma City Thunder is.
So they won, right? Lebron got a ring? Good for him. Lots of people got rings. Barkley said, though, he doesn’t care about the scrubs that get rings being on championship teams. I hope it doesn’t keep some of my favorite players, aka the 93–94 Knicks, up at night.
But here are some things last night doesn’t change at all:
I still don’t respect The Decision to go to Miami to play with Wade.
I still think Erik Spoelstra is a Standard Issue Class A Douchebag.
I still think Mike Miller probably has to introduce himself to all of his new neighbors when he moves to a new neighborhood, on account of Megan’s Law.
I still like the Boston Celtics more than I like the Miami Heat.
I still think Wade is the kind of guy who will only be a second fiddle, and that isn’t changing the older he gets.
I’m really excited about the next season for the Knicks, and the addition of the Nets to Brooklyn.