All-Star Weekend in Indianapolis

Hey, I had a great time.

People appear to be upset, the All-Star Game wasn’t good. I was there, I watched every second, it wasn’t great and it wasn’t bad. It was two-dozen of the greatest basketball players I’ve ever seen in one spot, being “not good.”

This didn’t annoy the players, who spend the entirety of All-Star Weekend being led from one appearance to another, often wearing team-issued gear. Sure, they gave the All-Stars golf carts with drivers to get around, Donovan Mitchell’s buggy almost took a tip off my Cuban boots, but those comforts weren’t enough to ward off the onset of ennui, eventually exhaustion. Ever wrapped up a vacation with more baggage than you showed up with? To say nothing of the extra luggage.

That’s these guys. All we wanted was for Anthony Davis to kinda get in front of Giannis Antetokounmpo, help drag the All-Star Game deficit down to 22. It was too much to ask.