DAY SEVEN: Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Arman is fed up.

I’m at a point with my friends and family that I just don’t really want to hear about it anymore. The NBA and I, we’re done. They’ve decided to play mind games, they’ve decided to push it to these juvenile, high school limits – well you know what, let them. They’re not going to bring me down with them anymore. The NBA is NOT where amazing happens. Amazing things happen everywhere and every day. Just last night I found out there’s a place that puts corned beef hash on hamburgers, and just last night I found out that when I’m drunk corned beef hash on hamburgers makes me feel very sober, very fast. That’s amazing. Amazing happened last year. Free of the NBA.

So you know what? I don’t need Blake Griffin dunk contests.

I don’t need stupid fake LeBron James commercials that inspire stupid fake reactions from Michael Jordan.

And speaking of Kobe Bryant, I don’t need the NOT perfectly constructed cast of NBA on TNT to make seriously NOT funny videos poking fun at Kobe Bryant jumping over an Aston Martin.

 I don’t need any of that.

Really, I don’t.

I’m fed up.

This is Day Seven. A week. A full week. And don't look into that song, I posted it because it's a good song. Not because of the lyrics or meaning or how I'm feeling.