Wednesday January 6, 1999
 

Well, don't look now, but here comes the NBA. If -- and this being the NBA, you never know -- the Board of Directors ratifies the tentative agreement reached in principle by David Stern and Billy Hunter, then we'll have pro basketball, they say, starting February 2. It's nice to see when two groups of people can cross any hurdles for a common goal. The common goal in this case is greed, of course. But what the hell?

There are more than a few questions. Can the teams sign all of their free agents as well as their draft choices in less than a month? Will he or won't he? In this case, I mean will Jordan retire or not? Will Dennis Rodman stop that awful TV series he's doing and return to play his last game in the nude? Maybe you know the one, because I can't even remember the name of the darn thing.

But I, for one, am glad the bad boys are back. I was starting to worry how Alonzo Morning would be able to afford all these hair cuts and all. I'm also sure the cell phone companies are glad. Just imagine the loss of revenue if those poor NBA players and executives had to curb their digital time in the air. (There are no innocent parties in this. After all, it was a lockout by the owners, not a strike by the players that got this started.)

In all honesty, I'm glad the NBA is back. Now there will be something to tide me over during the start of the baseball season, when Cleveland and New York and Boston and Baltimore all get games postponed because of snow. Aren't baseball players called the Boys of Summer anyway?
 
 

Joseph C. Hinson
 
 

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