@#$% The NBA

The San Antonio Spurs' status as David Stern's favorite sons have made any playoff series they are in utterly unwatchable. Between the phantom tripping calls, physics-bending out of bounds possession calls, and that horrendous hack-a-shaq strategy that should have been outlawed years ago, the Spurs game five victory over the Suns was a vomit-inducing debacle. You'd think with last summer's referee scandal, Stern would learn his lesson and stop forcing the officials to crown Tim Duncan king, no matter what really happens on the court. You'd think after last year's Spurs-Suns travesty garnered so much attention, he'd let them play this one fairly... especially when the Spurs went up 3-0. Don't get me wrong, I'm certainly no huge Suns fan, and I've never liked O'Neal, but I am a fan of fair basketball. And that's not what we got last night. We got Tim Duncan tripping over his own two feet and Shaq getting sent to the bench with his fifth foul, leaving no one to defend the alleged g.o.a.t. power forward who scored at will down the stretch. We get Tony Parker's pussy-whipped bitch ass stumbling down the lane a full five feet in front of Amare and somehow getting a call. The NBA has become a league where only the kiss-ass can survive. How can you expect to win a playoff series when Duncan, Kobe, and LeBron get every whistle and have the power to travel at will? Only Chris Paul or Atlanta can save these playoffs now. @#$% it, there's a Cubs game on.