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I'll Not be Mocked!

RedSilvia, family friend and renowned Knit Blogger, was visiting us in the LBC this weekend, and she chastised me for not having posted for several days.  I explained to her that it's the off-season, so there's less to blog about - besides, I also pointed out that in the frequency department, I generally blog circles around her.  She countered with the fact that she actually has to KNIT something to have something to blog about, whereas all I do is sit on my butt and watch basketball.  Touché, RedSilvia!  You win this round!

Of course, this all made me realize how boring... how excruciatingly, painfully, numbingly DULL the NBA Finals have been thus far.  Actually, since the Warriors and Suns (thank you David Stern) were eliminated in the SECOND EFFING ROUND I've scarce been able to watch an entire game.  OK, I watched a couple of Spurs-Jazz games.  But Cavs-Pistons?  I had to continually jab myself with a fork to keep from falling asleep, and the fork was a welcome relief from the basketball (I made finger quotes in the air before and after I typed that).

The strange thing is, I don't really think the Spurs are a boring team.  They are one of the truly well-coached teams in the league, and I like that.  I'm not a 'cult-of-personality' type NBA fan (hence LeBron holds no overarching sway), so the fact that Tim Duncan isn't overly flamboyant isn't a problem for me.  And let's face it, Ginobili is very entertaining (if more than a little annoying), and Tony Parker is the closest thing I've seen to Kevin Johnson since Kevin Johnson.  The problem is, the Spurs are just so much better than the Cavs that the outcome just isn't really in doubt.  If the Spurs make a reasonable number of the open shots they'll get, get out the brooms.

The obvious MVP for the Spurs is Robert Horry.  I find it strange listening to Mark Jackson and Jeff Van Gundy and that other guy (you know, the one who's not Al Michaels) during the games.  They keep talking about how great Horry is playing and how he's not just a three point specialist and what a great champion he is, blah blah blah... and all I can think about is how he is going to win his seventh title because he body checked Steve Nash and his team was rewarded for it.  Head's up basketball, that.  I guess he really isn't just a three point specialist.

(By the way, now that Horry's on the brink of becoming the non-Celtic with the most rings in NBA history, am I the only one who remembers the 2 for 38 three-point shooting in the 2003 playoffs?  He'd already have that seventh ring if he'd shown up that season.)

So, is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with the NBA playoffs?  I mean, here we are in the Finals, and I can't wait for the draft and summer league games and free agency and the stupid Tournament of the America's for FSM's sake.  OK, there's definitely something wrong with me.  But not all is right with the Finals either.  (I'm not the only one who thinks so, based on the historically low TV ratings.)

The good news is, Mock Draft season is upon us!  Tuesday morning I'll be donning a mock turtleneck and baking a mock apple pie to make a mockery of the Mock Draft at SportingNews.com.  Shortly thereafter the SBNation basketball blogger (and friends) Mock Draft and a general NBA Blogger  Mock Draft will be commencing, and I'll be representing the Clippers in each of those as well.  

Maybe that will keep Silvia off my case for awhile.