Basketball. More specifically, Bucks basketball. But basketball.

Now basketball is admittedly not my favorite sport. But like I tell the children, just because something isn’t your favorite, doesn’t mean you don’t like it. I realize the sport is wildly popular (even more than the greatest game ever invented) and the athletes in the NBA are absolutely incredible. Probably the best in the world. I am incapable of appreciating it though.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I am simply hardwired differently. It’s not long after I turn on a game that my blood starts to boil. I challenge you to explain what is and isn’t a foul to me. You can’t do it. The flopping is preposterous. The game of basketball that’s in my head does not match the game that is being played anymore. And that’s cool. It’s never been bigger than now. But I can’t wrap my brain around it.

Then you throw in the Bucks. Best team in the NBA. Best player in the world. Can’t win a game when it matters. Sounds like some other teams that I know. Heat in 4.