I talk a lot. Non-stop chatter. I'm not the only basketball lover in the family; my husband is an avid fan and has been for many years. Me, not so much. I started watching basketball with him during Covid; I thought the playoff bubble was the norm. The players had so much energy. I didn't get the chance to see any player fatigue or load management, but I still loved it. I like numbers; they intrigue me. I like having something to solve. I have an active mind (hence the chatter), so I need something to distract me from myself. Enter basketball. The stats are my favorite part of the game. I can't get enough. For the first year, I spent more time Googling stats than I did actually watching the game. I'm a walking basketball stat machine. Or so I think. Maybe not, but it isn't due to a lack of effort, I assure you.
I will keep this post short and sweet. Here is all you need to know for now. I adore Steph Curry, and I have no love for LeBron James. Wardell is the true GOAT; LeBron just has a goatee, lucky him. I don't mind if Draymond Green "accidentally" kicks people or passes the ball constantly (to the best shooter in the league), but Pat Bev rubs me the wrong way with just his presence. He is just ridiculous. Maybe someday he will actually get that chip, not the ring, the one on his shoulder, removed. We would all enjoy watching our favorite sport just a little bit more. All joking aside. I hope you like the blog, and I hope you aren't offended. We all deserve the right to say how we feel; maybe just not constantly. I'll work on that. Night Night!
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