The Randomness We’ve Come to Love: The NBA and Isiah Thomas
November 23, 2007
When I have frequent arguments with friends about why basketball is better than hockey or baseball, it always comes down to one true point on my side. Basketball is entertainment. After taking in the Pistons/Knicks game last night in Detroit, my love for this league shot up higher than it ever was before. As we all know, Mr. Isiah Thomas has been booed…booed …and booed some more. He’s booed at home in New York and booed on the road in New York. Until last night. After I ran to my seat after getting soaked in the gross Auburn Hills rain, I was right in time for the introductions (or the best part of basketball—my thoughts at least). You had your Eddy Curry’s, your Starbury’s…and of course…we all came to hear the reaction of Zeke himself. To my thoughts, the Piston gang of fans cheered this guy as if he was still starting at PG for the Bad Boys. This guy can assault an employee, become a losing/terrible coach, yet all these fans can remember is how amazing of a leader he once was for the boys in red, white and blue. I was a little shocked at the reaction, until I found myself standing and clapping like everyone else.