It’s a good thing the NBA playoffs will be over soon, and not just for the usual reason of taking up space in the sports world. The recently deposed ruler of the Clippers, Donald Sterling, has hired 4 Private Eye firms to track down dirt on the league and its owners. This could be sensationally ugly.
Vetting candidates is a common practice in the higher eschelons of the political world, but it would surprise me if the NBA checks out anything much more than its owners’ bank accounts before handing them a key to the league. We don’t know how much dirt is going to be uncovered and broadcast far and wide, but there will be dirt. These PI firms aren’t going to go down swinging during this kind of national exposure.
The NBA Commissioner was widely praised for his decisive and swift rush to judgment in banning Sterling from the league, but that was more about ensuring that the playoffs didn’t get torpedoed by an ugly player strike than it was about the Commissioner being a swell guy. Pissing off a really rich old rebrobate will have its consequences, though.
The NBA owners are going to have a lousy and anxious summer. They’ll have to hide their mistresses, gay lovers, and pedophilia camps and hope its not too late. Or they could be clean living solid citizens and have nothing to fear. Suurrrrrrrrre.
For those of you that like to fret about extraterrestrial events, some big ass solar flares are supposed to disrupt communications today. I mention this to ward off any complaints about the blog suddenly going down and preventing us from exercising our hyperbolic rights today.
The OTAs have mercifully ended. And without incident. No torn ACLs or shredded Achilles tendons. Only one hurdle remains, and that’s next week’s mandatory minicamps. Of the two salary malcontents — Vernon Davis and Alex Boone — Vernon is expected to attend next week and Boone is not. Not sure Boone’s making the right move here. Offseason acquisition Jonathan Martin could get all the RG reps next week and move into contention to take Boone’s job.
Interesting, but not nearly as fraught with intrigue as a bunch of billionaire owners sweating out the summer, waiting for the inevitable press conference to deny whatever allegations should bubble to the surface. Time to lay in a good supply of popcorn.