There are days I wake up knowing things are not as they were. The curtain is pulled away and I'm able to see something as it really is for the first time. That which I had accepted as fact, is suddenly and instantly false.
LeBron James will not be competing for the 2009-2010 NBA Championship.
That thought hit me like a Jermaine O'neal shot to the face this morning. I staggered out of bed, couldn't remember how to put my pants on. (Was it left foot first?) I'll admit it, I was depressed. Not because a I'm a diehard 'Bron fan, (though I sorta am) nor because the lack of ring on Mike Brown's finger effected my day-to-day life, just depressed because I was wrong.
Days like today make me realize that I am young, arrogant, and not as informed as I think I am. They also make me realize that I watch too many movies. Someone tells me the set-up of a story and I know exactly where it's going. I don't think I know where it's going, I don't make an educated guess, I just know. Well congratulations League, last night you showed me Sixth Sense.
I couldn't love it more.
All season I have known LeBron would be in the Finals. I snorted at the off-season moves Orlando made, ignored Rondo's ascension to Jedi-status, and yawned at Nash's season-long, Sisyphean struggle to push his boulder of a team up the hill to the playoffs. And now, after six months of ignorant assumptions that Delonte West would fill his guitar case with the O'Brien trophy instead of his sawed-off, I realize what I've been missing. Without my LeBron blinders on, I can see that there is an awful lot of cool shit in this league.
The next two weeks are wide open. How fucking cool is that?
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