With the NBA Finals currently ongoing, I am being attacked by my biggest peeve ever.
The basketball “fanâ€.
The casual bandwagoner. The guy who pretends to be a know-it-all and cheer rabidly for this or that team. Oh and it can be a lady. By Jove do I hate basketball fans who are ladies who just know how to scream, shriek, shout silly “stupid ref!†or “Panget mo Cardona! (Heard seriously dumb Atenean fangirls shout this, as if it would affect the guy’s game!)†It’s a far cry from being spoiled with gals who know their basketball too well like Jessica Mendoza, Riki Flores – man do those gals make a serious basketball fan want to marry them.
Then, aside from the fangirls, you have the fangays! I don’t have anything against the third gender, or preference, to be politically correct. But it gets under the skin if he (or she,) is running along the sidelines, asking for fouls to be called when there isn’t cussing the refs out if it’s not in their favor. The typical “Luto!†shout. Boy, it’s really irritating.
I admit, we all have our biases, but the basketball “fan†is a headache and a shame to the sport. The bandwagoner cannot even name a historical figure from the team. I wonder if there’s a Heat fan who knows about Timmy Hardaway, “Thunder†Dan Majerle or even Alonzo Mourning as the Heat before LeBron James and Chris Bosh decided to don the Heat jerseys in 2010. I’m so sure they can’t even remember that a PBA import, Earl Barron, once suited up for the Heat when they were so turrrrrrible with Wade bogged down by a myriad of injuries and Shaq well, departing for another land in the Rent-A-Shaq roulette.
And of course, we won’t be complete with the Miami Hater/any NBA team trying to beat Miami bandwagoner. Take for example the Spurs. How many of them remember David Robinson? How many know that the son of NBA legend Rick Barry, the once-highflying Brent Barry, played on a Spurs title team. Or that Ray Allen’s teammate with the Milwaukee Bucks, Glenn “Big Dog†Robinson, or longtime Dallas Maverick, Michael Finley, became Spurs in their chase for a title. You can add Pop’s daggers like Sean Elliot, who won with them in ’99.
Well, I just don’t like the purity of being a basketball fan and diehard get distorted by bandwagoners, fangirls, shriekers and the like.
At the end of the day, I can only shake my head and hope they die somewhere in my head.
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