I'm a huge fan of the NBA, but I don't have any sort of cable or satellite television.  So, if I'm to know anything of what's going on, I have to either visit an establishment that's showing the games or check the local news or internet to get scores and highlights.  Tonight, it's the local news. 

So I'm sitting on the couch with my wife--occasionally flatulating on her blanket, much to her chagrin--waiting for some basketball highlights, and this is the way the sports on our local news goes, in exactly this order:

  • Exhaustive highlights of the St. Louis Cardinals game
  • Scores and commentary on the local minor league baseball team
  • Southwest Missouri State University Women's Fast-Pitch Softball highlights (including one highlight of a foul ball)
  • Local high school baseball insight
  • A kid from Kickapoo High School wins an award for being a great student, so I get to watch him shoot a few three pointers

So far, no pro basketball.

Understand, people--we're down to Conference Semis.  Only eight teams left, battling toward the NBA Finals.  Nary a hockey playoff to even contend with.  And yet, the NBA is of so little importance that after all this other drivel (including highlights) I have to sift through to get to some information of actual import to the sports world, sportscaster Dan Lucy puts up a screen of the two pertinent NBA scores for about five seconds.  The same five seconds that my wife decides to gripe at me and to struggle to get her blanket out from under me so it won't smell like my flatulence.  ALAS, I MANAGE TO NOT EVEN CATCH THE SCORES.  So now I'm as mad at the missus as I am at the ridiculous sports broadcast that features ZERO highlights from the NBA playoffs. 

So thank you, Mrs. Jones.  And thank you, Dan Lucy, for highlights of everything else but your dog taking a crap.