Desperate Housewives Reruns or The All-Star Game?

Desperate Housewives Reruns or The All-Star Game? That was my choice last night. Deciding between those two things is like deciding between Doritos or Vegetable Chips. Or maybe Corona or celery flavored diet soda. I hope you all see the point I'm getting at, it's not a hard decision at all. The NBA All-Star Game is clearly my celery flavored diet soda to my Corona, but in the end I went with the mother of all sundae's, Rock of Love II with Brett Micheals.

Let me make something clear, I'm not just hating on the NBA, I am hating on All-Star Games in general. I don't need to see the best of the best duke it out in tacky All-Star jersey's for the title of who's the most All-Star-y-ist of them all. This isn't Snoop Dogg vs. Puff Daddy. There are no East Coast, West Coast battles in the NBA. If no one is getting shot, it isn't street.

But unlike most All-Star Games (cough MLB cough) where the same side wins every year (cough American League cough), this year had a little more pizzazz. The East Coast edged out the West Coast with a final score of 134 to 128. What I gathered from the 15 minutes I forced myself to watch and ESPN.com's nauseating coverage of the game; The East Coast simply played better ball. Ray Allen scored 28 points for the East with Lebron James adding 27 of his own. And, as ESPN so gracefully put it, Lebron had a "did he do that?" dunk. Well, I didn't see the dunk myself but I'm assuming that he did do that so why are we questioning him after the fact ESPN?

Moving on, let's talk about this ESPN coverage for a second. Either I am really killing my brain cells in college or it took me much to long to find the final score of the game. I made so many wrong clicks through blogs about the game to the Fantasy All Star Game (fantasy leagues are back to haunt me) to an uncomfortable Viagra ad, before finally getting to the box score and recap of the game. Although, maybe this was a blessing in disguise (not the Viagra ad), because I stumbled upon this gem of a blog. I usually look at ESPN as the Messiah of Sports, the CNN of sports coverage sans Heidi Collins and lame graphics and although this blog didn't ruin ESPN for me, it did make me wonder, where do they find their writers? Here is the intro to said blog by J.A. Adande:

"Let's hear it for big, fat contracts. Money-money-money-monnn-ey -- MON-ayy. Dollar-dollar bills, y'all. Those salary-cap-killing, luxury-tax-inducing contracts -- envied by fans, cursed by owners with buyer's remorse -- are saving the NBA."

What is this boys in the hood? I had no idea Donald Trump had his influence on ESPN. Now, I have made some lame references in my blog to Nancy Kerrigan and Full House but I would never stoop that low. And the phrase "Dollar-dollar bills, y'all." I don't think that's been used since Dionne Sanders tried to become a rapper. It's not alright. And then the blog turns into almost a slam poetry session with "those salary-cap-killing, luxury-tax-inducing..." Yeah stick it to the man J.A. Adande.

One last thought on the All-Star Game. If people are really watching it, and the same side doesn't win every year, maybe I will consider giving it a second try but under two conditions:

1. J.A. Adande will never write another gangsta intro for his blog about the All-Star Game ever again.

2. They change their All-Star outfits. For those of you who missed it, the colors on the front were different from the colors on the back of the jersey so it was difficult to tell who had control of the ball, but I'm sure the 5 people watching the game didn't mind. I was just looking out for the color blind among us. Shame on you NBA.