Another whirlwind year.
Muhammad Ali was “The Greatest.”
Everyone knows that, but there’s something that seems to be lost in the deification of the man born Cassius Clay: he wasn’t unbeatable.
Just as I did last year, here are my quick-hit thoughts on the 2017 NBA Finals:
If there was a single basketball game to determine the fate of the world, who is the starting five?
It’s Friday. (More than) half the country is in a funk. Thanksgiving is next week. Work is crazy. So, instead of obsessing over politics or reading another essay about how to hack your way to greatness, I thought I’d just go light today and run down a list of my favorites.
They are the NBA’s version of the Super Friends.
There will be countless essays and analysis on the 2016 NBA Finals, so here are my quick-hit thoughts:
Sports punditry and analysis is always full of bad arguments and poorly thought-out opinions. But the worst sports argument of the past decade concerns LeBron James.
LeBron has played in the NBA Finals nine of the last ten years and ten total. He’s led a team to the Finals in each conference. And critics point out that he’s won *only* four.
His record in the Finals is 4–6. And that means he sucks.
I just turned 36. For my generation, the 1980’s were a glorious time. We had Small Wonder and Mr. Belvedere, slap bracelets, and Skip-It. How could you not love the 80’s?
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