Does SB Nation have a WWE blog? Do I even need to write a game wrap about this one? Was there any doubt about what would happen? Theslog through the 1st half (hey, there's on the bench!) while complaining non-stop to the refs about the calls and exerting very little to zero effort.
At the half,finds time to pick his head up from Jeanie Buss's Twitter feed on his BlackBerry to give a thrilling Gipper-esque speech: "Guys. For sh%ts sake. Guys."
The Lakers then come out with no noticeable extra energy but amazingly their
tacklingdefense is tighter and their non-stop bitchingaggressiveness pays off with trip after trip after trip to the line. The fans at the Target Center reward the World Champs for their half-assedvaliant road effort with an relative smatteringavalanche of cheers. The Laker announcers gush about Minnesota Nice.
Wes Johnson played his ass off tonight. On both ends of the court he outplayed the cartoonishly coasting (on everything)and he was rewarded with 6 ridiculous foul calls, a smirking Bryant, and a lesson in how the NBA
is riggedreally works for the wrestlers with the fancy introsbig name teams and players.
Ugh, sometimes I just don't know about this league anymore. That was a really, really tough game to take seriously, let alone make it all the way through the 2nd half without wanting to go do laundry or wash the dishes. At least the game finished in time for me to turn off the Twitter feed before the Charlie Sheen nonsense started.
(For the record, SB Nation does, indeed, have a fine WWE blog called Cageside Seats. If you like the wrestling as much as I do, they should be a big part of your internet regimen.)
But the NBA has been like this ever since the Jordan era. Stars get the calls, as they always have, and the little guy gets hosed. The best we can hope for is that the Wolves are on the other side of that equation someday, but I wouldn't hold my breath for it happening any time soon.
Such is life as a Minnesota professional sports team. Most of us are used to this sort of thing by now.