Hardwood Paroxysm Presents: First round moments from the NBA Playoffs
Yo, NBA, Let’s chill with these 10:30 tips, shall we?
By Drew Corrigan (@Dcorrigan50) — Hardwood Paroxysm
Life isn’t fair. That’s a phrase my mother had me familiar with at a very young age. Things happen and just because you can’t be somewhere, the world won’t stop, it keeps going. I learned this out during the EPIC Clippers-Spurs first-round series. The majority of the games were 10:30 p.m. tips on the east coast AKA no fly zone for anyone that has responsibilities in the morning.
Because of this, most nights after a Spurs-Clips game, I was relegated to spending my time at 6 a.m. waking up and searching frantically for a complete recap of the game. Instead of watching it in real time, I woke up frantically looking for my phone and mashing buttons until the NBA Gametime app showed the final score. All I heard was how great this series was and how it was destined to go seven game. Great. I was stuck watching the Bulls-Bucks and the rest of the garbage in the East Coast. By the time Clippers-Spurs was at half, I was drooling on my pillow, dreaming of the next weekend.
With Game 7 on a Saturday night, I thought things would change. Game 7 landed on the same night as the Manny Pacquiao and Floyd Mayweather bout, so my plan was to head to a local Buffalo Wild Wings, catch the game and then transition to the fight. Remember that phrase life isn’t fair? Yup, here it comes again. The BWW was insanely packed, so my friends and I decided to go to a nearby Barnes & Nobles to kill time and see if our name would be called on the waitlist.
As we sat in this B&N, Game 7 was going on and I was missing all of it. My friends were nose deep in comic books and refusing to move anywhere. I grabbed the latest issue of Hoop Mag and stared at the pretty pictures like a five-year-old. They had no feelings towards missing an NBA Finals type game, they would rather reed Magna all night. My soul was crushed. By the time we arrived home, I sprinted to the TV just in time to miss CP3’s game-winner by about five seconds. I went to a bar to drink my sorrows and wound up catching most of the replay of the game there.
So, NBA, can we do something about this scheduling? Having 10:30 p.m. tips on weeknights is BRUTAL. Especially when it’s happening for the meilleur des meilleurs series. You guys are a business and maximizing profits is not starting playoff games when the East Coast is asleep by half time. I understand the West Coast it the best coast, but we need a solution. I don’t want to be that guy that can’t join in conversations about Clippers-Spurs for the next five years because of the tip time. I already missed most of the Michael Jordan era, so please don’t do this to me.
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