Was it just me, or was anyone else anti-psyched about any game of the 2009 NBA Finals? Up until the Finals tipped off, the 2009 postseason could easily be put up as the most exciting in recent memory. Then came the Finals that nobody, especially David Stern, Vitamin Water, Nike, The LeBrons, or the Kobe or LeBron puppets wanted: ladies and gentleman, ORLANDO AND LOS ANGELES!!!
I tried to convince myself that Orlando had a shot, or that any of these games would be watchable, I was wrong. Watching Dwight Howard try and develop post moves in 10 days was like handing an SAT test to the kid with the glue bottle jammed up his nose while trying to fish out earwax with a sharpened pencil. Uncalled for, but still, kind of funny.
Kobe Bryant owned the Finals. Yes, he was amazing, blah, blah, blah look just because he changed your number and changed his nickname doesn’t make me not think of rape allegations when it comes to him. And any time I see thos god awful wannabe prison tattoos that are supposed to represent his wife, I have to laugh because Kobe is about as hardcore as a Miley Cyrus punk song.
All of this and Phil Jackson’s “zen-like” methods mentioned during every timeout made this year’s Finals terrible. Were we supposed to get Kobe vs. LeBron? Maybe not. But I’ll tell you what, it would’ve been a lot better than that crap I was forced to watch for five games.