Is That All There Is?
Comrade Thompsons ode to the Los Angeles Clippers is the sports blog of the summer, in that by correctly identifying the Clippers as a POG (Pile Of Guys), he has praised their level of industry while pointing out the thing that eventually doomed them. In defeat, the Clippers were ushered offstage and are simultaneously being considered noble for perhaps the first time ever. But there is a larger point, and that POG Syndrome explains the assorted 2021 postseasons, the entire sports season, and maybe even the entire year. Time has become as compressed as the schedules as we try to reassemble what we think we remember from the pre-COVID times, and we are left with a wholly dissatisfying year to date at the halfway point of the calendar. The NBA playoffs are solely a tribute to the powers of attrition, and while you will be bombarded in the coming days with redemptive tales of Chris Paul (even though he didnt need to be redeemed), the real narrative has been about who was hurt and how badly, how as a result the games were disjointed and untrustworthy as harbingers of anything other than getting to the end, and how whoever wins will be an unsatisfying champion. This may be part snobbery, since the semifinal field of Buffalo/San Diego/LA, Phoenix, Milwaukee and Buffalo/Moline/Milwaukee/St. Louis/Atlanta, has produced two winners in the entire history of the league, and none in the last 50 years, but the NBA is all about snobbery and always has been, going back to the time when the Lakers were Minneapoliss problem. It does not do upstarts well, and whether the Suns, Bucks or Hawks win the title, they will probably be forgotten almost immediately, like the 1978 Seattle SuperSonics. The Stanley Cup doesnt have that same problem, but only because the Tampa Bay Lightning are becoming the stealthiest dynasty since the San Antonio Spurs. They are halfway through an expected sweep, in four games or otherwise, of the hopelessly outgunned Montreal Canadiens, who got to this point on the backs of nine one-goal wins (10, if you discard an empty-netter), six of those in overtime. In other words, puck luck and a classic jersey crest that made Brendan Gallagher seem like the logical successor to Henri Richard, which he isntalthough he does do good bloodface. The pre-Olympics are trying and, other than Simone Biles, failing to catch the casual imagination. Baseball has gone from gunk to domestic violence to Rob Manfred, whose entire image is of a five-day beard and whose very name invokes the dread that comes with a statement by him pretending to do something. Next to him, Bud Selig is Conan OBrien. College sport is doing the image and likeness okeydoke, taking a tiny victory for a few athletes and using it as proof that it has their best interests at heart. Put another way, they allowed that begowned oil stain Brett Kavanagh to look progressive in that Hey, at least Im not James Clark McReynolds kind of way. Baylor won the NCAA Tournament and finally shed itself of Kim Mulkey, which is a win-win for a university that has mostly been a hard watch as an athletic power. The NFL is letting Tom Brady be its dancing monkey until the start of training camp when fans pretend that backup quarterbacks throwing 12-yard outs repeatedly are the same as new scientific discoveries, at least until Aaron Rodgers and the Mannings get into their long-anticipated fight to be the game show hosts of the future. In short, its July 1, and other than being Canada Day, todays real value is that it can be used as a bookmark for a year that needs to get a whole lot better to be considered stultifyingly mediocre and only occasionally irksome.