-So, I'm watching the NBA Finals tonight. I'm not usually an NBA fan (Clay Bennett ripped out my soul and poured Epsom in the wounds) but at least I can enjoy some hint of defense not normally seen in the League, and it's an added bonus that Allen Iverson is currently playing as many minutes as I am. Plus, being a future Western Kentucky University alumnus, I love watching former WKU guard Courtney Lee play while Adam Morrison and his porn-stache enjoy the view from the bench in a suit as cheap as his haircut.
But I'm watching, and about midway through the third quarter L.A.'s Lamar Odom goes for a loose ball with Orlando's Jameer Nelson and Marcin Gortat, subsquently Odom decided to be R. Kelly at a middle school dance and lay them both on the hardwood, pulling them to the ground. When the dust settled, Odom was called for a loose-ball foul.
ABC Play-by-Play guy and world-renowned coaching failure Doug Collins then enlightened all of us in T.V. land with his refereeing expertise. Saying the foul call was a "great call."
At that point, I reached Nirvana. Thanks Dougie.
Great call. What the hell actually constitutes a great call? The ref perfectly pointed at the player committing the infraction? His shirt was neatly pressed? He earned his paycheck? Honestly, no call in the NBA is a great call. Especially in the NBA Finals, the best refs were chosen for this gig, it's their job.
A great call would be actually calling a foul on LeBron when he fullbacks a 6'0", 175 lb. point guard while driving through the lane. Or NOT calling anything in the final five seconds of a one-point game unless someone bleeds. Right call or wrong call, period.
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Rachael's aunt says, "Keep up the great job!" I'm impressed!
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