Tuesday, March 31, 2009

An open letter to anyone who puts stock in the NBA Awards

Oh yeah, the much anticipated e-mail from the league office arrived yesterday, carrying with it the ballots for the post-season awards.

And like a kid a Christmas, I opened it eagerly to see what I got.

A tough job is what I got.

How about MVP, Coach of the Year and Rookie of the Year.

Three difficult, difficult choices. Luckily, there’s a couple of weeks left before they have to be returned. It’ll give me some thinking to do.

Dear sirs and madams,

If fretting or squabbling about the true, right and honourable recipient of the coveted Most Valuable Player medal whilst the season of basketball winds to its end, remember sirs and madams that the governing council of such accolades includes one such Douglas Perriweather Smithington IV; and that Sir Smithington considers the delicate nuances of the glorious sport of shooting orange rubber apparati through a peach basket about as intelligently as a monkey thinks about poo.

Yours truly,


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