Conspiracy talk makes no sense
The Kevin Garnett trade has pushed Tim Donaghy out of the news cycle, the Celtics are poised to claim the 3-on-3 NBA championship next June and David Stern, of course, is employing his old bag of manipulative tricks while standing behind a screen of deniable plausibility.
Or perhaps Stern had a hand in the bridge collapsing in Minneapolis.
If not, then it possibly was the work of the Bush administration.
The addled minds of America have a million of them.
Keith Olbermann, start your sputtering.
The Garnett conspiracy theory comes from the NBA’s nut-wing branch, forever conditioned to see ulterior motives in events large and small.
Donaghy is their man on the grassy knoll, their confirmation that seeing is not always believing in the NBA, their cue to remove their pasty faces from the keyboard and come out in the sunshine to take a bow.
All this passes as intellectual enlightenment, as it is defined down in the age of the modem.
If Stern actually were the master puppeteer that he often is portrayed to be in cyberspace, he certainly would not have allowed the small-market Spurs to win the NBA championship four times in the last nine years.
Not only are the Spurs from a small market, but they play a brand of basketball that only the purists can appreciate, as their modest television ratings inevitably reveal.
Yet these immutable facts do not persuade the conspiracy theorists. Finally, all their paranoia has been rewarded in the form of a crooked referee.
This should provide them with enough sustenance to last another generation and a rallying cry: “Remember the crooked ref.”
That will be Donaghy’s legacy and Stern’s bane.
It does not matter that even a broken clock is right on two occasions each day.
The misguided thinkers given to extrapolation surrender themselves to their obsessive-compulsive disorder.