Ten years of absence: oh my goodness what have we here!

Crazy buckets!  It's been almost ten years since I've updated this blog, which was originally a project for a Professional Writing class.

Well, I have since long graduated from college, I still love basketball, LeBron James is back on Cleveland, Kevin Durant that puke bucket has since decided to bolt and try to win an easy ring with Golden State, and there are few people who would ever want to win a free Dwightmare Howard basketball jersey card anymore, which was apparently my last blog entry.  lulz.

And thank goodness, Kobe the Selfish One is no longer playing in the league anymore, so we don't have to deal with him ever again.

Still, there are other problems.  My team, the OKC Thunder, is now a Russell Westbrook side show.  Westy may indeed end the season with the first triple double average since Oscar Robertson, but he and former teammate James Harden may also set single season records for turnovers per game as well.  You have to love Westy's heart, but with so many games where he goes about 8-27 with eight turnovers, this isn't exactly watching Michael Jordan style dominance or efficiency.  OKC is missing Durant, plain and simple.  Durant, that jerk.  Ugh.

Speaking of jerks, it's so hard to find players and teams to root for anymore.  I know not to be naive -- I mean, these players deal with zillions more temptations than any of us John and Jane Does ever have to face in a given day -- but you always want to find those David Robinsons and A.C. Greens amidst all the Draymond Greens and their weenie pics and the DeMarcus Cousinses and their volatile tempers, but it seems that's harder than ever in the day and age of social media and scrutiny for every little thing.

I'll take Cleveland.  The Cavities are my second favorite team to cheer for after my beloved Thunder, OKC being the closest thing I ever had to a hometown team.  Cleveland is relatively more classy than a lot of other teams, and their star players more than other star players, but there's still all kinds of subtle stuff.  Let's start with LeBron.  LeBron deals with stardom pretty well, but there's still the pouting on the court when he doesn't get his way (especially with the refs), and the possible Illuminati connections off it, and thus we have to come to the conclusion that -- as well as he probably handles all the traps of stardom -- he's still not a saint.  Same with Kyrie.  And don't even get me started on Love and Thompson.  The latter, while being a fan favorite whose offensive rebounding hustle is great to watch on the court, is nonetheless a Kardashian fanboy off it.  And the former, while being a great teammate who has sacrificed much to win rings, still loves to titillate his female fans with sexy pictures when he's not on the court.  I'd like to be able to encourage him on his Facebook page, but when he's posing naked for ESPN, or wearing tight pants for Banana Republic, or laying around in Saxx underwear, I suddenly forget about what a great outlet passer he is, or how many rebounds he gets in a game.  Along with tons of other women who -- not surprisingly -- have left all kinds of racy comments on his social media accounts, it's amazing how easily distracted I get by what a handsome piece of muffin he is.  I had to stop going to his social media pages this summer, that smoldering stud.  Exciting me and all the other ladies for all the wrong reasons.  What a jerk.

So yeah, too many jerks, and not enough upstanding citizens.

But I still love the game.  Will just have to deal with all this and keep enjoying the game for what it is in spite of it all.

-B-ball girl