No Player For Beaver Country Day

The NBA will open the preseason this coming week and the league's commissioner declared that the players will be expected to stand during the National Anthem. The Lakers and Timberwolves linked arms in unity, but no one took the knee in protest of centuries of injustice against the black race.

In 2014 Silver banned the Clippers, owner for uttering racist remarks.

I couldn't find a single photo of him shooting a basketball, but he has been a longtime Knicks fan.

They suck and so does he, for telling the players what they can or cannot do.

But that's how the elite regard those beneath them.

As slaves.

Jason Collins Comes Out

This week NBA basketball center, Jason Collins, announced in Sports Illustrated, "I'm a 34-year-old NBA center. I'm black. And I'm gay." This statement was the first outing for a major professional athlete and considered courageous by nearly everyone. Rarely a starter Jason Collins played with the Celtics and Wizards this season, his 12th in the NBA, and the commentators on radio and TV cruelly stated that Jason Collins was a player deep on the bench and that no one had known his name before this event. For anyone to hide who they are is a struggle and Jason Collins said, "I realized I needed to go public when Joe Kennedy, my old roommate at Stanford and now a Massachusetts congressman, told me he had just marched in Boston's 2012 Gay Pride Parade. I'm seldom jealous of others, but hearing what Joe had done filled me with envy. I was proud of him for participating but angry that as a closeted gay man I couldn't even cheer my straight friend on as a spectator." Bravo, Jason, don't listen to those talking heads say that you were never a player of consequences. None of them ever played in the NBA. They never competed in two NBA finals. You are now who you are. I wish Jason Collins was playing for the Celtics against the Knicks tonight. He knew how to give a foul and we need a big body in the paint. Instead we have the phantom Fab Melo. And no one has seen him this year.

Celtics Versus Heat Game 6

Tonight the New Big Three of the Miami Heat will face elimination at the hands of the Old Big Three of the Boston Celtics in the Corporate Garden at North Station. The sell out crowd are expecting a victory from the Men in Green over the visitors. ESPN's analysts have reassessed their previous judgment about the Celtics' age to even admit that they were wrong in calling KG, Ray Allen, and The Truth old as well as having anointed LeBron James the coming of the Messiah without his ever having drained a clutch shot in the playoffs during his seven year career. Bullshit. LeBron James is the best player in the NBA. D-Wade has been to the promised land. Chris Bosh has been injured throughout the series, while the Celtics seem to get healthier. Tonight the left-handed forward has vowed to play more minutes to free up his teammates, but the true test of the match will be how the referees manage the game, so TV can sell more Taco Bells burritos and tickets to Adam Sandler's fucked-up new movie THAT'S MY DAD or some bullshit like that. The NBA over the last years has become more like the WWF in fixing games. Last night during the Thunder-Spurs game the bald-headed ref changed the flow of the game with three calls. I call him 'the bald-headed motherfucker' or BHM. And last evening at Mullane's across General Fowler's Square from Frank's Lounge I shouted out, "You bald-headed motherfucker." The bar went dead silent and every bald headed man in the place glared at me. "What?" "We all bald here." A Knicks fan shouted from the end of the bar. "But you're not motherfuckers like that bald-headed fucker, are you?" They all shook their heads, because they knew that I was right. Not all of the time. But at least 3% of the time. ps Adam Sandler sucks.