Izulde
06-29-2013, 11:25 PM
I've recently become interested and more involved with the NBA for the first time since the mid '90s. During that time, I didn't consider myself having a favorite team, although the following circumstances were true:
1. I loved watching the Jordan/Pippen/Rodman Bulls. It was something Mom and I shared (She taught high school at the time and was known as the Michael Jordan Lady, through circumstances which were quite accidental, but ultimately played a small role in her becoming one of the most phenomenal and well-liked teachers at her school). I still even have one or two T-shirts from that era at my parents' house, I think.
2. Sometime during my high school career, I had an infatuation/quasi-relationship with a fellow teen girl on Skatetalk or Skatechat (I forget the name) from Boston with the screenname Mia Zapata. We wept over the loss of the Boston Garden, though in my case, it was more the historicity of it rather than her virulent Celtics and Bruins fandom. I considered myself a nominal Celtics fan at that point.
But I wasn't the only one in the chat room in her life. An older guy named Rich competed for her as well. Eventually, she ran away from home to be with him. I believe we were both 16 at the time. I cried for nights afterwards, and though Carrie, the mother of the chat room, did her best to try and track Mia down, she never did find her, and I've always been haunted by the thought of what might have happened and wanting to know what *did* happen.
Anyway, fast forward to 2008. Although initially excited about the Celtics' championship, I realized it meant nothing to me. I hadn't followed the NBA much since Jordan's first retirement, and I wasn't authentically a fan.
This was no 2005 White Sox World Series title, the greatest thrill of my sports fandom life, where I screamed for joy and ran up and down my dorm at Wyoming, cheering. This also led to the moment being marred by a guy across the hall from me coming out and yelling at me to shut up. I told him the White Sox won and he said, "I don't give a shit." To which I of course told him to go fuck himself, and slammed and locked the door in his face. He pounded on it but I didn't answer. To this day, the mixing of these two emotions - championship rapture and anger at crabby asshole, dints the memory.
The Return
It's perhaps fitting that the revival of my interest in the NBA was fueled by finally joining DDS: Pro Basketball multiplayer leagues. Although it was not immediate, but a gradual, slow process of osmosis, I started to again follow the NBA and become more interested in it. My back and forth interest in a sports management career also played a role, but it wasn't really until the combination of Anthony Bennett being a one and done and watching the very enjoyable NBA Finals just passed that I became fully invested in the idea of watching the NBA again.
After all, basketball was my first and in many ways greatest sports playing love. I was thinking today that the positions I played most often in rec leagues as a kid likely had a very direct influence on my own basketball system philosophy... but that's getting off track.
Next up - the five finalists and how I got there.
1. I loved watching the Jordan/Pippen/Rodman Bulls. It was something Mom and I shared (She taught high school at the time and was known as the Michael Jordan Lady, through circumstances which were quite accidental, but ultimately played a small role in her becoming one of the most phenomenal and well-liked teachers at her school). I still even have one or two T-shirts from that era at my parents' house, I think.
2. Sometime during my high school career, I had an infatuation/quasi-relationship with a fellow teen girl on Skatetalk or Skatechat (I forget the name) from Boston with the screenname Mia Zapata. We wept over the loss of the Boston Garden, though in my case, it was more the historicity of it rather than her virulent Celtics and Bruins fandom. I considered myself a nominal Celtics fan at that point.
But I wasn't the only one in the chat room in her life. An older guy named Rich competed for her as well. Eventually, she ran away from home to be with him. I believe we were both 16 at the time. I cried for nights afterwards, and though Carrie, the mother of the chat room, did her best to try and track Mia down, she never did find her, and I've always been haunted by the thought of what might have happened and wanting to know what *did* happen.
Anyway, fast forward to 2008. Although initially excited about the Celtics' championship, I realized it meant nothing to me. I hadn't followed the NBA much since Jordan's first retirement, and I wasn't authentically a fan.
This was no 2005 White Sox World Series title, the greatest thrill of my sports fandom life, where I screamed for joy and ran up and down my dorm at Wyoming, cheering. This also led to the moment being marred by a guy across the hall from me coming out and yelling at me to shut up. I told him the White Sox won and he said, "I don't give a shit." To which I of course told him to go fuck himself, and slammed and locked the door in his face. He pounded on it but I didn't answer. To this day, the mixing of these two emotions - championship rapture and anger at crabby asshole, dints the memory.
The Return
It's perhaps fitting that the revival of my interest in the NBA was fueled by finally joining DDS: Pro Basketball multiplayer leagues. Although it was not immediate, but a gradual, slow process of osmosis, I started to again follow the NBA and become more interested in it. My back and forth interest in a sports management career also played a role, but it wasn't really until the combination of Anthony Bennett being a one and done and watching the very enjoyable NBA Finals just passed that I became fully invested in the idea of watching the NBA again.
After all, basketball was my first and in many ways greatest sports playing love. I was thinking today that the positions I played most often in rec leagues as a kid likely had a very direct influence on my own basketball system philosophy... but that's getting off track.
Next up - the five finalists and how I got there.