Let's just get control of ourselves

Let's just stop the giant lovefest for one moment, shall we?

I just finished listening to the often moronic, but still somehow highly regarded Bill Walton give one of the more impressive verbal handjobs in the history of sport. Normally, I couldn't really care less about what Billy's saying.... but I can't let this go.

He went on AT LENGTH about how lil' Stevie Nash compares sooooo well to Bill Russell, the winningest player in NBA history, and cornerstone of the Celtics' astounding ELEVEN NBA Chamipionships, in THIRTEEN seasons. Yes, you read that correctly. For the record? That's almost DOUBLE the number Michael Jordan won in his career.

How many NBA Championships does Steve Nash have? That hardworking Canadian dyanmo? What's that? ZERO?!?!? Oh... huh. Little premature? Arguably, yes. But not entirely out of charachter for the ridiculously hyperbole-prone Bill Walton.... but the part that got me so riled up? The fact that while he's all but felating Nash, the guy's getting fucking killed, absolutely MURDERED in the game by... get this.... Quinton Ross. I had to actually Google him to be sure how to spell his first name. And he has 16 first half points against the two-time reigning NBA MVP??

How on earth can you call yourself the best player in any league when someone like Quinton Fucking Ross can torch you like that?

It's called defence, Steve. Try it sometime.

PS: The NBA MVP this year should have been LeBron James, and that's just all there is to it. If you have any doubts, ask the almightly Pistons that everyone penciled in as the 2005-06 Champs, but BronBron has on the ropes.

PPS: The NBA needs a Most Outstanding Player award, cuz sometimes a guy's just incredible, but is otherwise a complete jackass, and so can't inspire his team to do much... That guy? Kobe Bryant. Hands down.