If you were watching carefully enough, you knew from the first quarter yesterday that the Cleveland Cavaliers had been ordained to beat the Golden State Warriors on Christmas Day.
Golden State had no chance.
And you can blame all you like Steph Curry’s historic Christmas Day struggles or thank Kyrie Irving’s hot hand or LeBron’s King Kong routine from the rim after his monster dunk, but the real culprits were, of course, the refs and that insidious technical they called on Draymond Green in the first quarter.
Now, I never liked Jeff Van Gundy as a coach especially since his very first head coaching job was as front man of my own beloved Knicks, but he’s been nothing short of an arbiter of truth as an announcer, his boldness close to being daring when he announced that the play in question was “clearly not a foul” and then venturing to suggest that instead of anybody being mad at Draymond for getting a tech – for his antics in the wake of that questionable call – people should be mad at the refs for making such a horrible call.
Warriors' Draymond Green storms to bench after two early fouls & a technical pic.twitter.com/MhupjM2sFG
— Ben Golliver (@BenGolliver) December 25, 2016
House slaves that everyone related to the NBA had allowed themselves to become as far as their ability to question the officiating, Van Gundy’s statement was nothing short of The Birth of a Nation.
But why is T-ing up Draymond Green such a big deal, you may ask.
Well, Draymond Green is nothing short of the emotional core of the Golden State Warriors, he’s the hint of madness in their smiley face, he is, for a squad otherwise dubbed “Team Light-Skinned”, the wide nose or kinky hair that is the irrefutable proof of the presence of Mother Africa.
Make no mistake, the reason that Steph and Klay Thompson can prance and be cute, shooting 3s and frolicking around is because Draymond is also there gouging, biting and kicking people in the nuts.
When you hit him with early techs, you forcibly take his emotion out of the game.
And Draymond Green’s game is literally fed off emotion, therefore taking it away from him while the Golden State Warriors are playing is like asking the New England Patriots to win while only allowing Tom Brady to throw with his left hand.
Then once someone steps forward to complain about how preposterous that is, you argue that he can still use his right hand, he just can’t throw with it.
And understand: Black racist that I, Dickie Bhee, am, my jury had long been out as to whether or not I even liked Draymond Green.
But now, after reading how he’s had a baby and Googling his Baby Mother to see that she is, indeed, Black, confirming, of course, Draymond’s Soul Brother Status, I’ve decided that I do, in fact, like the guy.
This brings us all back, of course, to the wife of another Black athlete who’s very existence granted him Soul Brother Status: the always delightful Ayesha Curry, wife of Draymond’s teammate Steph.
She took a lot of heat last spring during the Finals for suggesting after Draymond picked up the tech that got him suspended from Game 5 that the whole NBA was rigged.
I agreed with her then.
The question now becomes, how much more evidence do the rest of y’all need?