Pro
basketball is the sport that fell the farthest. The age-old knock on the game
was that you only had to watch the last five minutes, which was where all the
excitement was concentrated. Of course, this was not true if you loved the skill
and explosiveness of the athletes and the grace and nuance of the team game.
Over
the last 15 years or so, the sport stopped looking anything like the fast
moving team game that reached its apogee in the 80s and early 90s, to the point
where the action is almost as intervallic as the action in baseball, football,
tennis, golf, or any other of the stop and start sports. Many observers have
bemoaned the NBA game’s devolution to a one-on-one affair dominated by players
with fabulous talent but undeveloped skills – totally true, and this is what it
means to the viewer. Turn on an average N.B.A. game, and keep track of how
often the ball goes from one end to the court to the other and then back again
three times without a stoppage of play. Usually the stoppage will be caused by a foul, but
even if someone trying to muscle through a solo move to the basket isn’t
hacked, something will happen to stop the play – an out of bounds, a kick, a
timeout, whatever.
I first noticed
this when I could not figure out why I was bored out of my skull by the NBA
game, once the most fluid of sports. The good thing is that I managed to
reconnect it with binge drinking. Every time the ball goes from one end to the
other and then back again three times without a whistle, I take a drink, and then another
for each time after.
Alas, by the time
the game ends I’m sober.
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