F*ck You,NBA

What happened?I thought we were friends,we had some good times didn't we?I mean it wasn't all bad surely.Remember that time when DFish made the buzzer beater with .6 seconds to go when I jumped into the air, hit a light bulb-broke it and woke three of the neighbors up in the process?Yeah,they were angry,it was at four in the morning too.Remember when we watched the whole Detroit chip winning series drunk?Yeah,great times,contributed greatly to a severe lack of sleep but it was worth it. I put a lot of commitment into us,sure,maybe I didn't always buy your jerseys or T-Shirts or any of your products at all.now that I think about it,but I did love you.And now look at us,I don't even get to see you at all anymore.One of us changed and it wasn't me.You traded my love for greed;dirty,bloodsucking capitalist greed.You and that devil in comfortable shoes that appears to be your all knowing imperialist totalitarian leader can take your extra 32.50(probably the amount of money one of the children who make you products earns in a year) or whatever you got from that new TV deal and maybe hire a ref under the age of 82.Maybe you could put the money you earned from the evil transaction into a fund that will buy all players a nice dress tie,because God forbid they go around wearing those dirty hip hop criminal garments.Not that you would ever advertise those criminal garments or anything-Heaven forfend that you would be hypocritical.Anyway,to hell with ya.I'm more interested in your little sister-the NCAA,she's easier and hides her greed better.So in closing f*ck you,David Stern.F*ck you,greed.The players,you're cool and f*ck you NBA,I quit.