All Star Thoughts

There was no bigger Sixers fan than my father, it was in his blood. Still, during the Iverson era, it was like pulling teeth to get him to watch a regular season game. He said he hated the regular season because no one played defense. To an extent, I agree with him. Teams always turn up the heat on defense in the second season. Each possession means more, everyone seems to actually care (outside of Rasheed Wallace). You'll get no argument from me if you claim playoff basketball is better basketball, but I obviously still find regular season games enjoyable.

Which leads me right into the topic of this post. A little piece of me dies every time I watch the All Star game. I have no idea why I do it. I can only recall one game in the past 15 years or so that even resembled real basketball. You remember it, Dikembe Mutombo's defense and rebounding led the East to a huge comeback. Iverson was the MVP. Every other year, and really every other event on every other All Star weekend has been one giant step toward professional wrestling. I hate it. With every fiber of my being, I hate it.

I'm glad this weekend is over, I'm glad we can start watching real basketball again in a day or two and I hope next year I have the common sense to travel far, far away to a place with no television and no internet access over this god forsaken weekend. (Unless, of course, Andre Iguodala makes the team, then I'll watch.)