LeBron James is an avid follower of The Hunger Games series.
So am I. If you’re not, this post may miss you.
This post will definitely miss you if you do not believe in conspiracies or if you do not believe that sport is important enough to racists (white dominators) to plan and execute schemes to effect their desired outcomes. It will miss you if you do not believe that there are no lengths to which they will not go. If that is you, reading this piece will be a waste of your time. Read no further.
Last night, the Miami Heat were beatin’ that ass; they were about to GET OFF and just dominate after all of that speculation that they didn’t really have to play any good teams in the weak Eastern Conference play-offs to get to the NBA Finals.
Coached by their beloved general “Pop”— the White Nation’s favorite Spurs were about to be embarrassed by those uppity Negroes like uppity District 12 tribute Katniss Everdeen was about to embarrass Pan-Am’s, white-rose-on-the-lapel-wearing, President Snow. When Katniss was about to just completely avoid all the gladiator sparring by hiking her way out to the camouflaged perimeter of the enclosed tropical arena, the Head-Game-Maker ordered the computerized control center to start a fire from which she had to run and in, so doing, back towards those who were hunting her.
NBA Finals. Big Business. But, the air-conditioning didn’t work last night in the Spurs arena. Heat for the Heat. The arena managers could not explain it. What a shame. The fans were fanning themselves with their programs even though they were just sitting there on their toosh.
Excessive perspiration and exertion, of course, drains the body of essential fluids that carry electrical impulses to the body; electrolytes. People with dense, fast-twitch muscles are likely to know the excruciatingly painful cramps that happens as a result. Elite sprinters have gone down on the Olympic track because of them. (I’m a fast-twitch muscled lady. So, I know the agony of these cramps.)
LeBron James, is probably the most densely muscled athlete in the NBA and has suffered leg cramps before in games. Being so durable, that’s about the only injury that hobbles him. With all the heat in that arena that wasn’t in uniform, it was not surprising that James got a cramp that took him out of play—in the final quarter of the game. After the first cramp, he was helped off the floor by the trainers and given fluids. (?) The question mark is there because he suffered a second cramp in that 4th quarter. But, this time, the standard protocol on an NBA team when a player gets a play-stopping cramp did not take place. NOTHING was done for LeBron the second time he cramped up. It was the oddest thing I have ever seen in an NBA game. He just stood there. There was no time-out called though play had stopped for an extended amount of time. He was not helped to the side-lines. He was not massaged nor given electrolytic fluids by the trainers. He was not even helped to the locker room after the game. His team mates seemed disoriented by it. Of course, they just headed down court for defense expecting the trainers to take care of it. When that didn’t happen and play had obviously stopped, a couple of his team mates, in an uncertain, confused state, went to lend a hand as James was hobbling best he could to the side-lines.
I have never seen anything like it in an NBA game. Rather than commenting on that, white folks are blaming and making fun of Mr. James. Gatorade officials are even joining in on the fun.
Plutarch Heavensbee, Head Game-Maker of Pan-Am and President Snow were discussing the threat that Katniss Everdeen posed in raising the morale of the oppressed districts and demoralizing those oppressing them. Heavensbee told Snow, “There’s a way we can still win. It’s what we game-makers like to call a ‘wrinkle.'” Fire, excessive heat in an arena, floods.
Morale is most important in war. And ALL is “fair” 🙂 in love and war. And all love requires war as this system is configured. Wrinkles and all. I have always been suspicious of Manny-Pacquiao-militant Spoelstra with the white dad. Y’all are free to call me a crazy mentally ill victim of racism or just a crazy nigg@r b!tch. Whatever. It’s not personal. It’s business.
If you have outrage that wasn’t sufficiently salved by this piece, you may find this radio broadcast helpful that my husband and I did on this matter.