Big Stan And Little Dwight

I don't want to rag on the NBA, man. It's too easy. Everybody does it. When I encounter sports critics, the NBA seems to be their favorite target and least favorite sport. Especially among idiot racists.
The whole Stan Van Gundy/ Dwight Howard thing really pissed me off. Recently during the season, Howard calls for Van Gundy to be fired. A player calling for a coach to be fired. And then he denies it like a coward.
Do you see how big this guy is? What the hell is he afraid of?
There were rumors during the season that Howard wasn't giving maximum effort because he was unhappy there and wanted to be traded. In the final year of a five year EIGHTY MILLION DOLLAR  contract.
Please.
Now Orlando has been bumped from the playoffs and everybody is waiting to see who goes. Howard or Van Gundy.
Too much drama in the NBA. Too many overpaid prima donnas. I don't watch a lot of it during the season. I'll watch playoff ball if the C's are involved. The C's have a little of that throwback swagger and less of the prima donna stuff. But Rondo worries me.
They whine and they flop. I can't stand it. Every time a foul is called the hands go up. Who me? An incredulous look on the face. Even if some moron deliberately drives his elbow into another guys' head resulting in a concussion.
Somebody brushes past a player on their way to the hoop, ruffling his jersey with the breeze, and the guy jettisons back and falls down like he was slammed with a sixteen pound sledge hammer.
And then he gets up with that incredulous look and the hands, if a foul is not called.
Difficult to take this sport seriously.
And the money. Boatloads of money. More than any other sport, I get the impression that effort is inversely proportional to the size of the contract.
The last two minutes of a close game lasts 28 minutes. This is not exciting.
Coaches are the most underpaid, disrespected position in sports. Heart attack jobs. And the NBA is the worst.
In many cases the players are openly scornful of the guys who spend sleepless nights plotting ways to win while dealing with egos, paychecks, and playacting.
I don't want to rag on these guys. As with all sports I can revel in the beauty of it. The athleticism, the grace, the talent, the hard work and mental toughness that goes into competing at that level.
But NBA players make it easy to change the channel to the Bob Ross painting show on PBS.