Never once did I desire to climb up a light pole. Or taunt fans of the other team. Or set a school bus on fire.
If you were paying attention last week, New York went crazy last week as they completed their quest for the NBA Championship after being shut out for five decades. Despite the fact that I thoroughly hate pro basketball, I wish the die-hard fans that stuck around this long. Indeed, there's probably only about 18,000 fans in existence because that's how many true fans can fit into Madison Square Garden.
The rest are hoodlums. Animals. Creatures from all over the world. And they use team victories as a means to loot. Take out their evil aggressions. Fuck over people who don't look like them.
Now, over the years, I've seen cities explode when their team wins it. Indeed, smart cities prepare for this. They bring in extra cops. Try to prevent crowds from forming. Even grease the light poles so that climbing is impossible.
But, not New York which is now run by one of the dumbest mayors ever. He promotes outdoor watch parties which you just know is kerosene on an open flame. And that's why you had what you saw last week in NY.
Okay, in my years, I've seen some mayhem when a baseball team wins the World Series or a football team wins the Super Bowl. But, 99% of the time, when it's a full out destructive riot, you can count on this.
It's the NBA.
Do some research. It's out there. As the beloved Casey Stengel used to say, you could look it up.
So why is that?
Well, look at the pictures from last week. The profiling is there. Connect the dots. Like the ones on a pair of dice.
Dinner last night: Leftover Korean chicken.
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