I am completely risk averse in my life; I’m the government bond of humanity- it takes a long time to completely become a part of my life, but I am guaranteed to give you back something and not abuse and lose what you’ve given me. But in a world of the instant gratification that is Twitter, YouTube, and accurately named Instagram, snail mail isn’t so fun anymore. Who wants to wait days to receive a letter when they can get a Snapchat in two seconds?
Thus far in the mascot chronicles, you’ve learned of 3 Chicago-based teams: Sky, White Sox, Cubs. But how dare slack on the most important one of the ’90s kids- the Chicago Bulls. It doesn’t matter where you’re from, what sports you like, what you think of the individual athletes- you watched the Bulls.
Yesterday was NBA draft day, which shows hopefuls their ranking, fate, and home for the next year. Hosted in the wonderful NYC, there were of course a looot of Knicks fans there. Which meant that when the Knicks made their pick, the reaction, good or bad, would be big. Boy was it big, and like the wolf, also bad.
Okay, I’ve put it off for two days, but I guess it’s necessary. Congratulations to Golden State on becoming the 2015 NBA Champions. It’s not that I hate them, per se, I just have a few problems with the team.
When you think of Detroit, what comes to mind?
Lebron James- love him or hate him, he’s pretty good at what he does. By ‘what he does’ I mean having a big ego. It’s not that I don’t think he’s a good player, but he just comes with a Cavaliers-can’t-be-the-champions curse. Last night he lead the Cavs to a non-entertaining romp over the Hawks, easily finishing their 4-0 conference title series. But will the domination continue, or will the curse endure? We’ll just have to wait and see. But for now, we’ll take a look back at the team who jerseyed-up, showed-up, and played, only to lose each time.
The “Greatest Generation”, as described by Tom Brokaw, went through a few wars, the Great Depression, and really just lived through a lot of tough years without much reward. Therefore, they are often coined as hating the later generations’ celebration of mediocrity. You got a ribbon for participation? In the real world, just showing up is not good enough. You have to win.