A Break Up Letter to My First Love…The NBA

Dear NBA,

I don’t exactly know how to say this. We’ve had so many amazing times with each other. I defended you against my friend’s so many times. When they told me to be with someone younger and more passionate (ie NCAA Basketball), I told them that I could never betray you. When you let yourself go a little and didn’t appear as sexy as you once were (ie any of the Spurs championship run), I still looked forward to seeing you every morning I woke up. So many moments you’ve provided me. From the great Lakers-Celtics wars where you first captured my heart, to the magical moments of the Chicago Bulls dynasty, life was truly bliss during these times. But now it has to be over.

Was it me? Have I been spoiled for so long that I’ve become completely jaded?... It can’t be since no longer than a year ago today I was telling everyone how amazing you were, and that we’ve had the absolute best time during the playoffs. Buzzer beaters during almost every game. The rise of the (future) King. A monumental upset (The Warriors). Game 6 Pistons-Cavalier. The transformation of Big Shot Bob to Cheap Shot Bob. Derek Fisher’s return in Game 2 during the Jazz Warriors series. It was one of the best summers of my life. But what you’ve done to me this year is unforgivable.

All you care about these days are your looks and image. Constantly trying to portray yourself in the most positive light. Right before the Playoffs began, I was ever so excited to see you. But up to this point, all I’ve come to expect are unworthy candidates to call themselves Champions and uninspiring games that can make even the most die hard fans turn the television. And I know you could sense this break up coming. Thus you are trying to manufacture and manipulate at all costs a way to go back to the good old times we shared. From preemptively scripting our first meeting with shady officially (A Lakers-Celtics match up) to jamming it down my throat that a certain fellow named Kobe Bryant is in actuality the reincarnation of Michael Jordan. I’ve grown tired. Somewhere along the lines you lost sight of what made you so grand. No longer is the game itself enough to sell your product. No longer will you allow incredible moments to be provided organically. It is too tough to love someone when it is all shrouded in lies. So as much as it pains me to say, we will have to go our separate ways.

Sincerely,
SimonstrummKimnguyen

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