Coming Home

Alright team, huddle up. We're not happy about what we've done either. We said we were going to the store to pick up paper towels, and we haven't been back for five months. But we're on our way. Depending on traffic, we're like 20 minutes from home. The season is close, and we're getting closer. If he can return, so can we.

Regarding No Regard

Here we are, a few days removed from the end of the NBA season, six months and possibly longer with no basketball games in our lives. What will we do, what will we watch? I can sense the massive hole that's currently permeating your life, readers, we feel it too. Unfortunately, though, I can't tell you what to do, or what to watch, as these are personal issues. However, I can tell you what to read. Your favorite NBA blog: No Regard For Human Life.

In the coming weeks, months, years, decades, centuries and millennia, we'll be right here, providing you with our slightly perverse, always correct, wacky-ass perspective on our favorite sports league and players. More middle names? You bet your ass more middle names, champ. More playing cards? Bet your mortgage on it, sport. A mixtape for Shaq? Most-friggin'-likely, hoss. Ricky Rubio in your face? Hell yes, guy. Power rankings for outstanding performances this playoffs? Everyone from Z-Bo, Kurt Thomas, Melo, Ju-Ju-Bee's Jones and more? Absolutely, chief.

So let's make a toast, boss. A toast to a spectacular year, a toast to avoiding the lockout and a toast to the No Regard For Human Life readers. The best NBA blog fans on the planet. Thanks for reading along this season. See you at the draft!

Sacramento Drift

During Memorial Day weekend Tyreke Evans was caught ripping down some freeway racing a silver car. Now the police have released almost 13 minutes of aerial footage clearly displaying the event.

Nice. Good looks Tyreke.

Not much to say, quite frankly. Now we have indisputable proof that the young Kings star is good at driving his really expensive car brutally fast, and does not realize or care that said action is extremely illegal. Cool. If he's suspended, then that sucks because he's really fun to watch, but who would blame Stern. Dude proved he's got no regard for human life, but in a bad way.

100 And Rising

No Regard, this bountiful website you're reading right now, started out as a pretty inebriated mass text message. Just a blink of an idea emitted to some friends while riding a rickety gypsy bus into Manhattan on a nondescript late summer night in 2009. While it took us a while to get here, we're pleased to say that those radio waves have transformed into a real(ish) website, and this brief message marks post #100.

To celebrate this modest milestone, we're going to hit you all with something pretty cool next week.

The Reaffirmation of Our Faith

Morale is low. I'm rehashing some of what was touched on earlier on this site, but it's necessary.

A lot of people are angry at LeBron for one reason or another. They're angry that he's shrinking away from his responsibilities and destiny. Well then everyone was reading from the wrong scripture, because the reason the basketball gods gave us LeBron James was never to save Cleveland or strike down legends and build empires as one lonely mercenary. He was put here to fundamentally and aesthetically change how basketball is played, and giggle while doing it. Shit got way too serious in Cleveland for him to follow through with this promise. He was shackled in Mike Brown's non-system, surrounded by well-meaning, unskilled peasants. The result (that is true, but too rarely stated): Watching LeBron James play basketball hasn't been too much fun for the past few years. When he "does what he's supposed to do," it resembles football to the point of nausea. He cradles the ball, cranks his head down and bulls his way to two free throws. When he goes his own way, he settles for jumpers that he makes at a clip just high enough to keep shooting recklessly.

But in Miami the basketball will be better. It will be playground ball meets ballet, visceral fun meets high art. It'll be like listening to a Gucci Mane mixtape through an opera house's sound system, while Dr. Cornel West stands on stage telling dick jokes.

Some people are angry at how this new Miami Heat was constructed, saying that it all seemed too inorganic or something, that LeBron and company didn't work or put in the time to earn this team. What? How are teams constructed, then? It's not like getting lucky in the draft is more honorable than signing a few very talented free agents one day. Teams aren't cultivated, cucumbers are. Just because some teams take a few years to grow and gel as a championship unit and others take the plunge into the elite overnight doesn't mean one is more meaningful or impressive or right. When a veteran does this same exact thing to try to win that one elusive ring, we applaud him. Three guys doing it in their prime? We should be throwing parades. This is what we've always asked of stars, to value winning over everything else.

But the biggest contingent of anger over this South Beach jaunt is that now we know the champions for the next five years. First of all, let's all just relax for one second here. These two superstars and Chris will win most of their games, but there are a few holes here, no? Starting with all those empty roster spots. Surely they'll try to fill them with defenders and shooters who'll take the minimum salary just to wear boat shoes, meet Rick Ross and go to clubs with these nice young fellows, but let's wait to see just exactly who boards the yacht with them before we disregard the competition at hand. Plus, doesn't anyone remember the last time we tuned in to the LeBron show? He was busy giving up on his 60-win team in the playoffs. So there's that.

But more to the point, there's never been actual parity in the league. Last season, everyone said the Lakers would win, and they did. The year before that, the very same thing happened. The year before that, the Celtics were the pre-season picks and the post-season celebrants. The 2010-2011 season may not be any different, and there's nothing wrong with that. Only one team wins the championship every year, it doesn't matter who.

Which brings us to the things that do matter. I think we've all forgotten why we're here (which is understandable considering the nonsense we all just went through). So, let's renew our No Regard vows, shall we?