As much of a shock as this may be for many football-or-bust Americans, late May, early June is quite a prodigious time of year for the sporting world. Along with the French Open’s Nadal-Federer finale, and possibly the most memorable and exciting Indy 500 ever partaken, sports fans will become enveloped in the wonderful world of the NBA and Stanley Cup Finals.
For the super fan who dons both a Roberto Luongo and Dwayne Wade jersey, this June has been particularly rewarding thanks to surprisingly ingenious scheduling by the NBA and NHL. For the first time in what seems like forever (2008), the prospective series’ will not intersect. The Mavs and Heat get together on May 31 and June 2, 5, 7, 9, 12, and 14th, while the Bruins and Canucks cross paths June 1, 4, 6, 8, 10, 13, and 15th.
Now if you are in that category of hockey/basketball lovers, you will already know that June 6th, 2010 was akin to storming a nude beach. Every time you look one way, you’re missing out on all the good stuff on the other side. What you see may be riveting, can’t miss entertainment, but at the end of the night you’ll be enthralled by your friend’s tales of “When you were looking over there…” and the whole thing is sort of inauthentic. In 2009, we had to suffer through all this allegorically missed nudity not once, but twice.
So thank you good sirs at the National Basketball Association and National Hockey League, for allowing fans like me to not have to make a tough decision for the next couple of weeks. I will not miss a single minute of the teams I’m rooting for blow a big lead, get beat by a guy with a torn tendon and flulike symptoms, bite someone’s finger, get suspended and miss the rest of the finals, get hurt by the guy who got suspended and miss the rest of the finals, win the first two games impressively then get blown out in the next two, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. You get the idea.