Of Kardashians and German Gazelles

Hello, my name is Kate, and I have an NBA fetish.  During my blogging hiatus were the NBA finals. 

I love the NBA finals. 

I can't put my finger on exactly why, but of all the athletes I've ever had a crush on, almost all of them are NBA players.  I know that they are awkwardly, super-humanly tall, and that when they stand next to regular-sized people in real life they look like superfreaks.  I know that they look lanky no matter how fit they are.  I positively HATE basketballs shorts and those jerseys with the obscenely baggy armpits.  I could gag watching the sideline interviews because I can practically smell the stank from my living room.  I can't figure out the appeal for the life of me, but the truth remains.

In the last two years I've had crushes on Kevin Durant, LeBron James, Dwight Howard (who annoys me every time I see him now - so it's almost like we broke up), and most recently Dirk Nowitski.  Seriously, I might love him.  It's okay, Dan knows.

And while the following guys haven't been crushes, I'd really like to be their best friends:  Ray Allen, Kendrick Perkins, Steve Nash, Nate Robinson, Dwayne Wade, Manu Ginobili, Shaq, and, after this years finals, Justin Terry.  Can someone arrange that?  Dinner at least?  

You guys, my name even starts with a "K." Dan called me Kate "Kardashian" Conner for two weeks. 

But be ye not deceived; it's not just me.  At the end of game 2 when Dirk made that last-second lefty lay-up, Dan literally jumped out of the bed and exclaimed,

"He's like a GERMAN GAZELLE!"

P.S.      The national spelling bee was on at the same time as one of the games, and we were equally riveted by it, flipping compulsively between channels.  (We were pulling for the runner up.)  Here's a clip of the last few minutes:


The parents of the girl who won sent to her a Justin Beiber concert as a reward for her hard work.  Sigh, I suppose no middle schooler is exempt from Beiber Fever, not even the really, really smart ones.  I'd say that I'm giving up on this generation, but I had a 98° CD and still emerged from pre-teen-ness relatively unscathed, so I guess there's hope.