Thursday, July 7, 2016

I hate the Hater Culture





I know this may sound weird seeing as my blog is titled Hate Diary, but stay with me.  I’m getting to something big here.

Magic Johnson used to say he was driven to go to the gym and work in the off season because he knew 3000 miles away Larry Bird was in a gym working, and he couldn’t let Larry have that edge. When I heard this it made all the sense in the world.  Magic and Larry were chief rivals.  If it weren’t for Magic, Larry would have an NCAA championship and 5 NBA championships, and if it weren’t for Larry, Magic would have 6 NBA championships and the Jordan mystique would feel a lot different. It also made all the sense in the world because they were opponents in the same arena playing a zero sum game.  I win you lose.  You win I lose.  The math is easy and makes sense.

When a team won a championship they were happy for themselves and what they accomplished.  They would look in the camera and say “Hi Mom… we did it.”  There was personal pride because they knew they beat the best to accomplish their goal.  When Isiah Thomas reached the mountain top he said “Heaven must be like this.” He reached heaven by defeating the Los Angeles Lakers.

Fast Forward a decade or so later.  Now when teams win a championship… you hear this “We all we got” and my personal favorite “No one believed in us.”  So your arena is packed every night, your shoes, and clothes are sold all over the world, your commercials are on every TV network, and “NOBODY BELIEVES IN YOU.” I find that hard to reconcile. 

Stark difference.  What had changed is that people had started to put a supremely high value on the opinions of other people.  They started concentrating on the voice of the onlooker, the fan, the spectator.  This is not only a sports problem.  This is happening everywhere.  Check Facebook, twitter, IG.  All you see are people creating haters for themselves for motivation.  It’s a slippery slope to KNOW without reservation the thoughts of others and how they truly feel towards you.  But these simpletons do it every day because they feel fake opposition is better than looking inward.

Ballers lost the gumption to go hard against old AAU or college friends.  They want to win but not at the expense of their friend/colleague.  It is easier to go after the nameless, faceless critic.  They would save press clippings and tape them on the gym wall so they could do those extra reps.  Creating an opponent from scratch, the very definition of a straw-man.  The media became the enemy.  They DVR “First Take” to see what Stephen A, and Skip have to say.  Hoping they’d disrespect them so they could add more fuel. The goal is not to win but to prove others wrong.

This is so misguided because in the heat of the battle your opponent is in front of you.  Your opponent is not the fan, or the media, and you need to HATE your TRUE opponent to win. 

LeBron James got reminded of that again.  His two greatest performances in his payoff career occurred when his manhood was tested.  Down 3-2 to Boston in 2012, and this year in game 5 of the NBA Finals after Draymond Green called him out of his name.  He concentrated his HATE on his TRUE opponent and channeled his greatness. 

The problem is after he tapped into his dark side he went right back to being a sheep.  The Ultimate Warrior T-shirt, and the tea sipping Kermit were a reminder that he still thinks his opponent is not in the battle.  I keep hoping they learn, but alas they never do. It’s a sad life when your primary goal is to prove something to someone else rather than prove it to yourself. Because SELF is the ULTIMATE OPPONENT.

I hate the DREAM TEAM




I know this sounds a wee bit blasphemous but I HATE THE DREAM TEAM.  And before you recoil… yes… That Dream Team… the 1992 team… Yes.  The Justice League of Jordan, Bird, and Magic… Yes.  I don’t hate it in a vacuum, but I hate what it has spawned.  The result of its birth has disfigured the NBA (my first love) into a hideous beast, not fit for human consumption.

Back in 1988 my beloved John Thompson experimented with the US Olympic Men’s Basketball team.  The experiment failed miserably. Depressed and hazy USA Basketball decided to drown its sorrows in booze and copious amounts of meaningless sex.  So they called the town whore David Stern. They make a date, all the while Stern plots. As it happens, Stern is a gold-digger so the best way to maximize her situation is to get pregnant.  So she puts on the low cut mini, with the F-Me pumps.  You know the ones.  No man can resist.   She tells USA basketball she’s on the pill so we can go “skin-to-skin”.  USA Basketball says OK, and 4 years later the DREAM TEAM is born. 

The baby was beautiful…the baby was breathtaking. I was 20 years old at the time and all I wanted to do was babysit the Dream Team.  The summers of 1992 was magical. Seeing these guys play together was a cool treat served to us by the basketball gods on a hot August day. Little did we know that treat would turn trick and ruin the NBA.

Initially the Dream Team was a huge success.  Stern got what she wanted.  The NBA was a global brand which opened up new revenue streams.  The pie gets bigger so the slices get bigger. In a competitive arena there is great value in creating a zero-sum-game.  When you have a small pie the competition for that pie is immense.  A bigger pie means that some can get full after just having a slice. 

The 1992 Dream Team removed HATE from basketball.  And basketball is the lesser for it.  Isiah Thomas and Magic Johnson were best friends when Magic was doing all the winner, but Isiah noticed a change when he decided to go after what Magic had.  Isiah realized that on the court he needed to HATE his opponent in order to defeat him.  He needed to play with furious anger to WIN. 

People don’t understand how competitive basketball is.  They look at a game decided by 16 points and call it a blow-out. When all it means is that a team was better by 2 baskets in each quarter over the course of a 48 minute game.  Over 90% of NBA games are decided by 8 points or less, meaning the difference is 1 basket per quarter.  This in a league where both teams shoot between 45-55% on any given night.  The HATE is what gets you over the top. That HATE gets you to that loose ball, that extra rotation. HATE allows you to take that really hard foul.  Remove the HATE and you get mediocre outcomes.

Letting great players play together was a mistake.  They learned to like it.  And as the money got bigger, getting more help was the ultimate WIN/WIN.  No one wants the Barkley, Malone, Ewing Legacy, but why does no one want the Isiah Thomas Legacy either. He beat the 2 BEST ORGANIZATIONS OF ALL TIME.

So after the Dream Team you see things like. Clyde Drexler being okay with playing on Olajuwon’s team.  Glenn Rice and Horace Grant okay playing with Shaq and Kobe.  Gary Payton, and Karl Malone okay with chasing it.  This all culminating with the BIG 3 in Boston, Miami, and now the Four Horsemen in Golden State.  Kevin Durant just lost to Golden State four weeks ago in HISTORIC fashion, his teammate got kicked in the nuts not once but twice, and he has NO HATE in his heart for them.  He joins them 28 days later.  WOW. 

If you asked David Stern to go back to 1988 and posited him the question what would she have done different? I bet you she would say “I would have used protection, or tied my tubes in 1993.”  Don’t get me wrong we love the baby, but we don’t love what it grew up to become.