I guess we are back to song lyrics from my childhood being the title of this column. I would apologize if I felt even the smallest bit bad about it. But, once again, the lyrics are fitting. Since I forwent the Super Bowl, it was my second. It just so happened to be the all-star weekend for two pretty popular professional sports leagues in America, which is one heck of a come-down from the NFL finale.
One was lauded by the masses for its excitement, meaning, and change of pace from the norm. The other was the NBA. This weekend used to mean so much to fans of Dr.
We got to see absolutely giant human beings, modern-day gladiators, relaxing and having fun while still providing us entertainment. The game used to mean something. It was the entire weekend. I vividly remember watching Peja Stojakovic win back-to-back 3-point contests when I was a kid. The dunk contest was something to look forward to. Recreating this weekend on NBA Live is something that will forever be a cherished memory of mine.
And now, it means nothing. I could go on for hours about my favorite all-star weekend moments. The skills challenges, 3-point contests, and just the overall flair of the weekend have made it must-watch television for nearly my entire life. The last time I watched anything from the all-star break, I cannot accurately remember. Apparently, there are now four teams, each headed up by one of the members of Inside the NBA. And they play first to No more is it the offensive onslaught without a defense in sight between the east and west.
I watched some of the celebrity all-star game since I had the rare Friday night without a game to cover. Hockey, though? They did it right. Canada, Finland, Sweden, and the U. The first nine seconds of the game saw three fights, with the Tkachuk brothers from the American squad serving time in the sin bin together. Global politics aside, this was a fiery match-up that could also be the championship game for the tournament. The NHL saw there needed to be a change, and they made it.
